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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.