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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.