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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Pole,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.