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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.