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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.