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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pole,
Model 500,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.