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 Ghana and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Japan,
UT,
DNA,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.