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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Ludus,
The Move,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.