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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
the Human League,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.