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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Faust,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.