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 Spain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.