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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.