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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.