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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.