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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.