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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.