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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Interpol,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.