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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Excepter,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.