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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.