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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
JFA,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.