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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.