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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.