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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Index,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.