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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.