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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.