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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.