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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.