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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.