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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.