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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.

All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arcadia, Joe Smooth, Terrestrial Tones, Masters at Work, The Dave Clark Five, Peter & Gordon, The Techniques, Cluster, Piero Umiliani, Reagan Youth, Con Funk Shun, Inner City, Maurizio, The Angels of Light, Harmonia, Minny Pops, The Names, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Zeros, Rekid, Jacques Brel, Quadrant, Anakelly, Soft Machine, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sunsets and Hearts, Black Sheep, Archie Shepp, Carl Craig, Al Stewart, The Real Kids, Ornette Coleman, Charles Mingus, A Certain Ratio, Soul II Soul, The Vogues, DJ Sneak, Gang Green, Scion, Groovy Waters, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Lucky Dragons, Television, The American Breed, Jimmy McGriff, Scan 7, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Basic Channel, Lou Reed & Metallica, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gregory Isaacs, Marmalade, Supertramp, Cal Tjader, Hashim, Quantec, Bill Wells, Cabaret Voltaire, Bob Dylan, Theoretical Girls, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.

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)