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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.