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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.