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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.