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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
June Days,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.