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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.