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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
PIL,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Technova,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.