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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.