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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.