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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.