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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.