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 Belize and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Smog,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Index,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.