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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Slave,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.