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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Skarface,
the Association,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.