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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.