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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Ludus,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.