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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.