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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.