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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.