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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.