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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
MDC,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.