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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.