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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.