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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Scion,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.