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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.