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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.