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 Burundi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.