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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.