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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
UT,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.