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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Bluetip to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.