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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.