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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Kayak to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.