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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.