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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.