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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.