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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.