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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.