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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gun Club to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.