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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.