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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.