Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.