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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.