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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.