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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.