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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.