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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.