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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.