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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
June Days,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.