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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.