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 Albania 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.