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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Camberwell Now to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.