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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.