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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.