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 Gabon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe 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?
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Swans,
10cc,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.