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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.