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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.