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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.