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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.