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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.