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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.