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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Dave Gahan,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.