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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.