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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.