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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.