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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.