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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
PIL,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.