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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.