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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Magma,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
MDC,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.