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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Nas,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.