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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.