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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.