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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.