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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.