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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.