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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Associates,
PIL,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.