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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.