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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.