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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
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.