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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.