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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.