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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.