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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.