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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.

All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Charles Mingus, The Pop Group, Monolake, Erasure, Royal Trux, Radiopuhelimet, Erykah Badu, Harpers Bizarre, Barry Ungar, Roy Ayers, OOIOO, Pagans, Qualms, X-101, The Trojans, U.S. Maple, Colin Newman, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Faraquet, Angry Samoans, Intrusion, Marcia Griffiths, Soul Sonic Force, Juan Atkins, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Lungfish, The Mummies, Glambeats Corp., Ten City, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Dave Clark Five, Quando Quango, Second Layer, Bobby Womack, ABBA, Roger Hodgson, the Association, This Heat, Essential Logic, Hardrive, Todd Terry, Animal Collective, James White and The Blacks, Suicide, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Japan, Minnie Riperton, 8 Eyed Spy, Tropical Tobacco, Suburban Knight, Moby Grape, The Wake, The United States of America, Gabor Szabo, The Gap Band, The Velvet Underground, Lightning Bolt, Gang of Four, Das Ding, The Golliwogs, The Blues Magoos, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.

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)