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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.

All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Radiopuhelimet, Jerry Gold Smith, The Royal Family And The Poor, Idris Muhammad, Isaac Hayes, The Divine Comedy, Sparks, The Sound, Man Eating Sloth, These Immortal Souls, Nico, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Shuggie Otis, Smog, Monks, Faraquet, The Evens, Alphaville, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Pussy Galore, Franke, The Leaves, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Anakelly, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Marc Almond, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Flamin' Groovies, Cecil Taylor, New Order, Joy Division, Depeche Mode, The Chocolate Watch Band, Crime, LL Cool J, Mary Jane Girls, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Das Ding, Tres Demented, Dorothy Ashby, Fatback Band, Tubeway Army, The Fortunes, Sun Ra, Nils Olav, Magazine, The Pop Group, Robert Hood, the Slits, The Slits, Skarface, Unrelated Segments, Ponytail, Larry & the Blue Notes, Metal Thangz, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Hasil Adkins, Mantronix, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.

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)