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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
UT,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.