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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.