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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.