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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.