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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.