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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.