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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.