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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.