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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.