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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Josef K to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.