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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.