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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.