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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.