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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.