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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.