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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.