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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.