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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Can,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.