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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.