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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.

All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.

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

I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.

But have you seen my records?

Sexual Harrassment, David McCallum, David Axelrod, Sonny Sharrock, Pantaleimon, KRS-One, Kaleidoscope, Q and Not U, Black Flag, Cheater Slicks, John Lydon, New Order, Das Ding, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Grauzone, Big Daddy Kane, Jesper Dahlback, The Mojo Men, Jeff Lynne, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, ABC, The Detroit Cobras, The Standells, Faraquet, Arcadia, Qualms, The Kinks, Japan, Brand Nubian, Pylon, New York Dolls, Johnny Osbourne, Gil Scott Heron, The Martian, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Fad Gadget, Mo-Dettes, Quadrant, Half Japanese, Flash Fearless, The Alarm Clocks, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, LL Cool J, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Mars, Bauhaus, Mad Mike, Lungfish, Gabor Szabo, Lightning Bolt, Piero Umiliani, Yellowson, Q65, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Franke, The Barracudas, Lou Reed & John Cale, Mr. Review, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.

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)