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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '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 Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Mars,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.