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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.