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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.