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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.