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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.