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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.