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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.

All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Q and Not U, Country Joe & The Fish, Fat Boys, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Drive Like Jehu, Piero Umiliani, The Gap Band, the Slits, The Fuzztones, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Terrestrial Tones, The Associates, These Immortal Souls, Alphaville, Amazonics, Kango’s Stein Massive, The New Christs, The Cosmic Jokers, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Au Pairs, Public Image Ltd., Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Gun Club, Liaisons Dangereuses, Quantec, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Anthony Braxton, Mr. Review, Arab on Radar, Organ, Eddi Front, The Detroit Cobras, The Remains, Kings Of Tomorrow, Johnny Osbourne, T. Rex, The Seeds, X-101, ABC, the Association, Blossom Toes, Main Source, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Archie Shepp, Joy Division, L. Decosne, Black Sheep, Duran Duran, The Kinks, Alton Ellis, Cal Tjader, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Eric B and Rakim, The Sonics, The Zeros, Schoolly D, Grandmaster Flash, Ice-T, Tres Demented, Black Bananas, Scrapy, Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..

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)