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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
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.