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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.