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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.