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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.