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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.

All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Amon Düül II, Lakeside, Throbbing Gristle, Rosa Yemen, Depeche Mode, Pere Ubu, The Move, Whodini, Fort Wilson Riot, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Barbara Tucker, The Neon Judgement, Adolescents, Nation of Ulysses, Mark Hollis, Sugar Minott, Niagra, Beasts of Bourbon, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Cabaret Voltaire, Eric Dolphy, Eric Copeland, The Buckinghams, John Coltrane, Public Image Ltd., Lou Reed, Theoretical Girls, Grauzone, Hot Snakes, Matthew Bourne, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sparks, Bobbi Humphrey, Buzzcocks, the Swans, Gong, Bush Tetras, Harmonia, Joensuu 1685, Joe Finger, The Mighty Diamonds, It's A Beautiful Day, The J.B.'s, Bizarre Inc., Slave, Reagan Youth, Al Stewart, Desert Stars, Eve St. Jones, U.S. Maple, Jesper Dahlback, Interpol, Babytalk, Charles Mingus, Rhythm & Sound, Section 25, the Fania All-Stars, Deepchord, DJ Sneak, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.

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)