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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.