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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Erasure,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Faust,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.