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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.