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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Skarface,
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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.