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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.