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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.