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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.