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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.