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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.