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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.