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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.