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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Hashim,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.