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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.