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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.