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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.