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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
PIL,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.