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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Hoover,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.