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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.