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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.