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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.