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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.