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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.