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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.