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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Niagra,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.