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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.