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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.