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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Can, Kings Of Tomorrow, Marvin Gaye, Cecil Taylor, Mad Mike, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Cheater Slicks, Mission of Burma, Eyeless In Gaza, Gastr Del Sol, Ossler, John Foxx, Glenn Branca, Accadde A, The Names, Ornette Coleman, KRS-One, Boz Scaggs, Loose Ends, The Count Five, Girls At Our Best!, Neil Young, Junior Murvin, The Monochrome Set, Agitation Free, Black Sheep, Young Marble Giants, Sex Pistols, Au Pairs, AZ, Drive Like Jehu, Sonny Sharrock, Desert Stars, The Wake, The American Breed, The Remains, Qualms, the Association, Deakin, Reuben Wilson, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Gang Gang Dance, Roger Hodgson, Swell Maps, Royal Trux, Crispian St. Peters, Skarface, Cybotron, The Slits, Erykah Badu, Circle Jerks, World's Most, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Joe Smooth, Amon Düül, a-ha, Echospace, Peter and Kerry, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.

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)