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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.