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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Fear,
Magma,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.