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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.