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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.