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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.