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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.