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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.