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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Fall to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Wire,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.