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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
PIL,
X-101,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.