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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.

All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Massinfluence, The Alarm Clocks, Throbbing Gristle, Thee Headcoats, Second Layer, Bush Tetras, Country Joe & The Fish, Man Eating Sloth, Kas Product, LL Cool J, Scan 7, Ludus, Warsaw, Nas, Rod Modell, Man Parrish, Circle Jerks, Joyce Sims, Yazoo, T.S.O.L., 10cc, Byron Stingily, Country Teasers, Aaron Thompson, Bauhaus, Camouflage, Soul Sonic Force, Public Image Ltd., Grey Daturas, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Spoonie Gee, Ten City, Kevin Saunderson, Organ, Laurel Aitken, Essential Logic, The Dead C, Brothers Johnson, The Names, James White and The Blacks, AZ, Iggy Pop, Sun City Girls, Donny Hathaway, David Bowie, The Five Americans, Nirvana, Maurizio, Lou Reed & John Cale, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, World's Most, Eric B and Rakim, Peter & Gordon, DNA, Unrelated Segments, Gregory Isaacs, Deadbeat, Nation of Ulysses, Delta 5, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, KRS-One, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.

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)