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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.