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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.