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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.