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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.