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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.