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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Pylon,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.