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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.