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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.