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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.