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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.