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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.