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 Sweden and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Busters,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.