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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.