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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.