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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.