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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.