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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.