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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.