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 Mexico and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.