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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacob Miller 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.

All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Nick Fraelich, Jerry's Kids, Blancmange, The Toasters, Boz Scaggs, Electric Light Orchestra, The Slits, Sly & The Family Stone, Gian Franco Pienzio, Ituana, Slave, Matthew Halsall, Neu!, James White and The Blacks, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Pretty Things, Black Sheep, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Grass Roots, Rakim, Siglo XX, Peter & Gordon, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, kango's stein massive, Public Image Ltd., Bang on a Can All-Stars, Q and Not U, 10cc, The Kinks, Country Teasers, Roger Hodgson, Warren Ellis, Rotary Connection, Dave Gahan, Gang Starr, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Judy Mowatt, The Smiths, China Crisis, Minutemen, Man Eating Sloth, Infiniti, T.S.O.L., Make Up, Donny Hathaway, The Cure, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Maleditus Sound, Au Pairs, Nas, ABBA, Swell Maps, Deadbeat, The Count Five, These Immortal Souls, Lower 48, Albert Ayler, Matthew Bourne, Desert Stars, Lindisfarne, The Angels of Light, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.

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)