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 Cambodia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Nas,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.