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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.

All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.

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

But have you seen my records?

Frankie Knuckles, Johnny Osbourne, Babytalk, KRS-One, Deadbeat, the Human League, X-101, H. Thieme, Little Man, Chris & Cosey, Amazonics, Todd Terry, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Silicon Teens, Motorama, Radiohead, The Music Machine, The Fuzztones, La Düsseldorf, Circle Jerks, The Golliwogs, New York Dolls, It's A Beautiful Day, Barry Ungar, Main Source, Camberwell Now, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Quadrant, LL Cool J, The Saints, Delta 5, The Vogues, The Doors, Wings, Metal Thangz, The Fortunes, New Age Steppers, CMW, Zapp, The Angels of Light, Desert Stars, Procol Harum, Black Flag, Kaleidoscope, Pet Shop Boys, The Mojo Men, Franke, Prince Buster, The Gap Band, Mars, This Heat, Aswad, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, One Last Wish, Throbbing Gristle, The Happenings, Ash Ra Tempel, The Jesus and Mary Chain, 8 Eyed Spy, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Country Teasers, Eric Copeland, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.

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)