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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.