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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.