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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
UT,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.