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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
MDC,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.