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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.