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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.