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 Hungary 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Can,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.