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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.