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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Technova,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.