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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Nas,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Faust,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.