Infinitely Losing My Edge

Generate another   or   share this link  

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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.

All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ralphi Rosario, the Normal, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Tom Boy, Lucky Dragons, Accadde A, Lou Reed, kango's stein massive, Avey Tare, Sun City Girls, The Royal Family And The Poor, Goldenarms, These Immortal Souls, Scientists, Grandmaster Flash, Terrestrial Tones, Selector Dub Narcotic, Godley & Creme, Mantronix, Maleditus Sound, Todd Rundgren, Radiohead, John Cale, Joy Division, Moby Grape, Cymande, Mary Jane Girls, Inner City, the Fania All-Stars, Boredoms, Delon & Dalcan, Half Japanese, Eric Copeland, Bill Near, Rod Modell, Outsiders, Sun Ra Arkestra, Cabaret Voltaire, Magazine, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Ice-T, Davy DMX, Barrington Levy, Sandy B, The Monks, Kango’s Stein Massive, Joyce Sims, Sex Pistols, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Pussy Galore, Blancmange, FM Einheit, Deepchord, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Sight & Sound, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Pantytec, Sonny Sharrock, Throbbing Gristle, Symarip, The Real Kids, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.

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)