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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.