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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Franke,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.