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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.