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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.