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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.