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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.