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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
New Order,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.