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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.