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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.

All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Eden Ahbez, Half Japanese, F. McDonald, Fluxion, China Crisis, Michelle Simonal, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Leaves, Spoonie Gee, Sparks, The Real Kids, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Duran Duran, Ultimate Spinach, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, The Barracudas, Stereo Dub, Funky Four + One, Masters at Work, Brothers Johnson, Lou Reed & Metallica, Hasil Adkins, Country Teasers, Lou Reed, John Lydon, Liliput, Flash Fearless, Maleditus Sound, Lindisfarne, Harpers Bizarre, Gian Franco Pienzio, Surgeon, Young Marble Giants, Minnie Riperton, Jeff Lynne, Livin' Joy, Ponytail, Aaron Thompson, Girls At Our Best!, Patti Smith, Soul II Soul, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Fuzztones, Piero Umiliani, Marmalade, Television Personalities, Skarface, Kerrie Biddell, Kurtis Blow, Josef K, Wasted Youth, Gabor Szabo, Marshall Jefferson, Mad Mike, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Zero Boys, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Sisters of Mercy, New Age Steppers, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Gastr Del Sol, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.

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)