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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.