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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Excepter,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.