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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.