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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the rap 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.