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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.