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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Wings,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.