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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.