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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.