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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.