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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.