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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, 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.