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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
UT,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.