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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
The Litter,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.