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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.