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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.