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 Georgia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
cv313,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.