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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.

All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

E-Dancer, Fifty Foot Hose, Con Funk Shun, Pussy Galore, The Velvet Underground, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Y Pants, Agitation Free, Kango’s Stein Massive, Maleditus Sound, Crispy Ambulance, Sex Pistols, Brass Construction, Royal Trux, Erykah Badu, The Doobie Brothers, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Ash Ra Tempel, Model 500, Godley & Creme, Delta 5, Glenn Branca, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Soulsonic Force, Rekid, Basic Channel, New Age Steppers, Crime, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Donny Hathaway, Eric B and Rakim, Arthur Verocai, the Slits, the Germs, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Intrusion, Boogie Down Productions, Television Personalities, Circle Jerks, James White and The Blacks, Outsiders, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Trojans, T.S.O.L., Curtis Mayfield, Matthew Halsall, Ornette Coleman, MC5, Laurel Aitken, Zero Boys, The Dirtbombs, the Bar-Kays, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Techniques, Pantytec, Excepter, Boredoms, Kurtis Blow, Suicide, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Wire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.

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)