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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
PIL,
Flipper,
Cluster,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.