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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Busters,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.