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 Somalia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
X-102,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.