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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.