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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.