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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.