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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.