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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.

All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Erykah Badu, Isaac Hayes, Jerry's Kids, Hot Snakes, The Mummies, The Fugs, Gang Green, LL Cool J, Peter and Kerry, Idris Muhammad, Audionom, Don Cherry, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Q and Not U, The Trojans, Mad Mike, Marcia Griffiths, Man Parrish, Bizarre Inc., Minutemen, The Detroit Cobras, Kurtis Blow, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Circle Jerks, Con Funk Shun, Carl Craig, The Kinks, Tubeway Army, Sonic Youth, Massinfluence, Yellowson, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Shoche, Sight & Sound, Magazine, Young Marble Giants, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Cymande, Eric Dolphy, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Royal Family And The Poor, Royal Trux, T.S.O.L., Liaisons Dangereuses, Ultimate Spinach, Camouflage, Dark Day, Kerrie Biddell, Kings Of Tomorrow, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Yazoo, MDC, The Names, Sonny Sharrock, Anthony Braxton, Motorama, DeepChord presents Echospace, Jesper Dahlbäck, Heaven 17, Andrew Hill, Scan 7, The Blackbyrds, The Dead C, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.

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)