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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Mars,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.