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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.