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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.