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 Niger and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.