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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.