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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.