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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.