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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.