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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.