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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.