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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.

All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Television Personalities, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Electric Light Orchestra, Derrick May, Rod Modell, Nik Kershaw, Stockholm Monsters, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Pantaleimon, The Gap Band, The Red Krayola, Bootsy Collins, Pagans, Minutemen, Jerry Gold Smith, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Ajijia Myrayebe, Brass Construction, Yaz, Judy Mowatt, Mandrill, F. McDonald, The Vogues, Flash Fearless, Deepchord, Prince Buster, Connie Case, Infiniti, Gerry Rafferty, Crispy Ambulance, Cymande, Flamin' Groovies, Shuggie Otis, Malaria!, Donald Byrd, Mark Hollis, Pet Shop Boys, Lonnie Liston Smith, DJ Sneak, Y Pants, CMW, Marc Almond, In Retrospect, John Holt, Sixth Finger, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Piero Umiliani, Kurtis Blow, Idris Muhammad, This Heat, Main Source, Con Funk Shun, Drive Like Jehu, Godley & Creme, Kerri Chandler, Radio Birdman, Johnny Osbourne, Dorothy Ashby, The Standells, Banda Bassotti, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.

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)