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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Television,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.