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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.