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 India and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.