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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.