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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.