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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.