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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.