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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.