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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.