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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.