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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.