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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.