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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.