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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.