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 Halifax.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.