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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.