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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.