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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.