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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.