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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
June of 44,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.