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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.