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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
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The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.