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 Micronesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
AZ,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.