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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.