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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.