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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Make Up,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.