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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.