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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.