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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
cv313,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.