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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.