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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.