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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.