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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.