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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.