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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.