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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Motorama,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.