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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.