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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.