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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
DNA,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.