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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Slave,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
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Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.