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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.