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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.