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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.