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 Burkina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.

All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Dennis Brown, Anthony Braxton, Bobby Sherman, Lebanon Hanover, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Minnie Riperton, The Angels of Light, Television, The Saints, Al Stewart, Idris Muhammad, Soft Cell, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Sound, The Seeds, Matthew Bourne, Amon Düül II, The Barracudas, Theoretical Girls, Das Ding, Lee Hazlewood, John Lydon, Gang Gang Dance, Bob Dylan, Vladislav Delay, Bluetip, The Raincoats, Animal Collective, The Martian, LL Cool J, The Blackbyrds, Ponytail, The Dirtbombs, Hoover, Michelle Simonal, Pole, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Country Teasers, Gang Starr, The Searchers, Brothers Johnson, Nico, Brick, Liliput, The Skatalites, New York Dolls, Average White Band, The Beau Brummels, Moebius, Mission of Burma, Albert Ayler, Joe Smooth, Boz Scaggs, Sun Ra Arkestra, Bobbi Humphrey, Sparks, Anakelly, Sun Ra, The Walker Brothers, Sonny Sharrock, The Selecter, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.

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)