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 Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Little Man,
MDC,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.