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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.