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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.