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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Monolake,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.