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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Evens,
UT,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.