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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.