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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.