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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.