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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.