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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.