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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.