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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Gong,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.