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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.