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 Russia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.