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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.