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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.