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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.