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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.