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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.

All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joyce Sims, The Blackbyrds, Barry Ungar, Ponytail, Drexciya, Public Image Ltd., Sarah Menescal, This Heat, Unwound, DeepChord presents Echospace, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Eddi Front, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Todd Terry, The Smoke, Al Stewart, kango's stein massive, Jesper Dahlbäck, Silicon Teens, Sister Nancy, Kerri Chandler, London Community Gospel Choir, David Bowie, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Model 500, Y Pants, Tim Buckley, Fela Kuti, Organ, Television Personalities, Jacob Miller, Matthew Bourne, Ludus, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Wire, Pagans, the Sonics, Talk Talk, Chris Corsano, Alton Ellis, Metal Thangz, John Cale, The J.B.'s, Supertramp, Ten City, Masters at Work, Shuggie Otis, Q and Not U, cv313, Urselle, Liaisons Dangereuses, Scan 7, Chris & Cosey, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, World's Most, 10cc, X-Ray Spex, Rakim, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.

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)