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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Monks,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.