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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.