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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Franke,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.