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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.