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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Move to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.