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 Thailand and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.