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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.