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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.