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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.

All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler 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?

Davy DMX, Shuggie Otis, Black Sheep, Heavy D & The Boyz, June Days, The Durutti Column, New Age Steppers, The Star Department, a-ha, Rufus Thomas, Severed Heads, June of 44, Monks, The Young Rascals, The Cowsills, Susan Cadogan, The New Christs, Marc Almond, Hasil Adkins, Arab on Radar, Average White Band, The Doobie Brothers, The Cosmic Jokers, Swell Maps, Jeff Lynne, Kas Product, Excepter, Soft Cell, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Matthew Halsall, ABBA, Roger Hodgson, Intrusion, Marvin Gaye, The Cramps, Be Bop Deluxe, Mr. Review, Girls At Our Best!, Angry Samoans, David McCallum, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Wings, Johnny Osbourne, The Seeds, Glenn Branca, Jesper Dahlback, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Little Man, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Thee Headcoats, MDC, The Shadows of Knight, Letta Mbulu, Livin' Joy, Masters at Work, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, K-Klass, Idris Muhammad, Au Pairs, Scott Walker, Clear Light, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.

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)