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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Scan 7 to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.

All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Roxy Music, Gian Franco Pienzio, Metal Thangz, Black Bananas, Delon & Dalcan, The Flesh Eaters, Public Image Ltd., EPMD, Minor Threat, Delta 5, Index, Howard Jones, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Joe Finger, The Barracudas, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Pierre Henry, Josef K, DJ Style, The Standells, Chris & Cosey, Negative Approach, Lonnie Liston Smith, Flash Fearless, Popol Vuh, The Raincoats, Sad Lovers and Giants, Surgeon, Roger Hodgson, The Dirtbombs, Soft Machine, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Barbara Tucker, The Buckinghams, Bobby Hutcherson, Audionom, Cal Tjader, Bizarre Inc., LL Cool J, The Seeds, The Move, Black Pus, Sixth Finger, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Godley & Creme, Bobbi Humphrey, Jeff Lynne, Panda Bear, the Human League, The Human League, Quando Quango, Subhumans, Mission of Burma, Franke, Mary Jane Girls, New Age Steppers, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Unwound, Lakeside, Ponytail, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.

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)