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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.