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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.