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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.