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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.