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 Botswana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.