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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.