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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.