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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.