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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
DNA,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.