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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.