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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.