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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.