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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.