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 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.