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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Oneida,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.