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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
cv313,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.