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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.