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 Denmark and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.