Infinitely Losing My Edge

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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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.

All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?

Little Man, Heavy D & The Boyz, A Certain Ratio, The Buckinghams, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Alison Limerick, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, The Trojans, Fluxion, Erykah Badu, Moby Grape, Simply Red, The Martian, FM Einheit, Eli Mardock, The Victims, Josef K, Porter Ricks, Basic Channel, Pantytec, Eurythmics, Roy Ayers, Groovy Waters, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, KRS-One, Ossler, The Vogues, Bad Manners, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Leaves, Toni Rubio, The Velvet Underground, 8 Eyed Spy, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, John Cale, Khruangbin, Chris & Cosey, Faraquet, L. Decosne, Outsiders, Junior Murvin, Royal Trux, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sugar Minott, Eric B and Rakim, David McCallum, Don Cherry, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Kinks, Johnny Clarke, Sound Behaviour, The J.B.'s, The Last Poets, Barclay James Harvest, Gong, Glenn Branca, Connie Case, The Modern Lovers, Althea and Donna, Hot Snakes, 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.

A hack by Matthew Ogle who is very sorry to James Murphy and basically everyone (cheers to Darius and this for the late-night inspiration)