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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.