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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.