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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.