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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.