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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.