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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Brick,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.