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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.

All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joe Smooth, Scan 7, The Fugs, Donald Byrd, Pet Shop Boys, Quando Quango, Gian Franco Pienzio, Lebanon Hanover, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Erykah Badu, The Standells, Suburban Knight, The Chocolate Watch Band, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Procol Harum, Fad Gadget, Yellowson, the Soft Cell, Traffic Nightmare, The Modern Lovers, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Gichy Dan, LL Cool J, Cymande, Shuggie Otis, Kerrie Biddell, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sun City Girls, Tropical Tobacco, Juan Atkins, Subhumans, Archie Shepp, Drexciya, Rufus Thomas, Masters at Work, MDC, Young Marble Giants, Mars, Pylon, The Sound, Laurel Aitken, K-Klass, Alice Coltrane, X-101, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Moody Blues, Lou Christie, James White and The Blacks, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, The Mojo Men, Los Fastidios, Quantec, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Ossler, The Leaves, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, The Index, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Accadde A, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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)