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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.