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 Namibia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.