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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.