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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.