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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.