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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Wire,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.