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 Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the rap 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.