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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.