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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
MDC,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.