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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.