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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.

All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kango’s Stein Massive, Massinfluence, In Retrospect, Spandau Ballet, The New Christs, Lakeside, Robert Wyatt, Bill Wells, Faraquet, The Sound, Al Stewart, Delon & Dalcan, The Leaves, Television, It's A Beautiful Day, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, T.S.O.L., Index, Agent Orange, Fort Wilson Riot, Jeff Mills, Colin Newman, X-102, Fear, Letta Mbulu, EPMD, Kenny Larkin, Flamin' Groovies, Whodini, Big Daddy Kane, MDC, Prince Buster, Electric Light Orchestra, Josef K, Lalo Schifrin, Archie Shepp, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bang On A Can, Simply Red, Joe Smooth, The Misunderstood, Jesper Dahlbäck, Marmalade, The Stooges, The Mighty Diamonds, The Martian, Wolf Eyes, Liliput, Mission of Burma, Camberwell Now, Lindisfarne, Accadde A, Crispy Ambulance, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Star Department, Parry Music, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, 8 Eyed Spy, Pantytec, Erasure, Erykah Badu, The Divine Comedy, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.

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)