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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.