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 Antigua and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.