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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.