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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.