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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Faust,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.