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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.