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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.