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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Deakin,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.