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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Liliput to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.