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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.