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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.