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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.