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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Names,
Q65,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.