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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.