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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
X-102,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Ossler,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.