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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Jawbox,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.