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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.