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 Russia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.