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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.