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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Portland and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.