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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.