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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.