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 Portugal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 the Normal to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Index,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.