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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Aswad,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.