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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.