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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Slave,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.