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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Skaos,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.