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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.

All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Bobbi Humphrey, Cybotron, Matthew Bourne, R.M.O., June of 44, Rakim, Sexual Harrassment, Mo-Dettes, The Evens, The Star Department, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Guru Guru, Chris Corsano, Gang Starr, Trumans Water, The Standells, Alton Ellis, Ponytail, Jeff Mills, Ornette Coleman, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Yellowson, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Crime, Duran Duran, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Buckinghams, Dave Gahan, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Alice Coltrane, Skriet, Babytalk, Country Teasers, Letta Mbulu, the Germs, Mantronix, Cheater Slicks, The Chocolate Watch Band, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, The Trojans, Barry Ungar, Adolescents, Interpol, The Monks, New York Dolls, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, The Sonics, The Dead C, The Motions, Tom Boy, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Harry Pussy, X-Ray Spex, Crooked Eye, Eve St. Jones, Bauhaus, Delta 5, Roxy Music, Marvin Gaye, Pagans, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Soulsonic Force, Fela Kuti, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.

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)