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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.