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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.