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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.