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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.

All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rufus Thomas, The Raincoats, Ossler, Deepchord, The Evens, Joensuu 1685, Flipper, Hardrive, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Bizarre Inc., Pulsallama, Curtis Mayfield, Deadbeat, Country Teasers, E-Dancer, The Seeds, Beasts of Bourbon, The Dave Clark Five, Crime, Godley & Creme, Rosa Yemen, Nas, Isaac Hayes, the Sonics, Eurythmics, Ludus, The Human League, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Joey Negro, Jeff Mills, Electric Prunes, Michelle Simonal, Magazine, Saccharine Trust, Henry Cow, Minny Pops, Drexciya, Lucky Dragons, Stetsasonic, The Fortunes, Robert Hood, Barrington Levy, The Dead C, Duran Duran, Bluetip, Quando Quango, Outsiders, Bobby Sherman, The Barracudas, The Sound, Marcia Griffiths, the Normal, The Misunderstood, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Groovy Waters, The Wake, Neil Young, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Nirvana, Glambeats Corp., Sonny Sharrock, Black Sheep, Alton Ellis, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.

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)