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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.