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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.