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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.