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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.