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 and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.