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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.