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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Can,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.