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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.