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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose 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 techno 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 a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Smog,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.