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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 John Holt to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.