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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.