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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.