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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Fear,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.