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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.