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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.