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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.