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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.