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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.