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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.