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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.