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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 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?
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.