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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Green 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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