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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Japan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.