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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.