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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.