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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.