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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.