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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Ituana,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.