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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.