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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.