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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.