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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
PIL,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.