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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Technova,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.