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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.