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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.