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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.