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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.