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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.