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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.