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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.