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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.