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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.

All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Flipper, Severed Heads, Maurizio, Shuggie Otis, Gong, Ten City, Jeru the Damaja, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Depeche Mode, Alton Ellis, Infiniti, David Bowie, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Tears for Fears, The Pop Group, The Leaves, Ponytail, the Germs, Eddi Front, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Boredoms, Moss Icon, R.M.O., Colin Newman, T. Rex, Ralphi Rosario, Little Man, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Joyce Sims, Funkadelic, Black Sheep, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Electric Light Orchestra, Average White Band, Aswad, a-ha, Massinfluence, New York Dolls, Pantytec, The Cramps, Vladislav Delay, Radiopuhelimet, Rod Modell, Anakelly, The Searchers, The Neon Judgement, Zero Boys, Piero Umiliani, Crash Course in Science, Wasted Youth, Patti Smith, Cybotron, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Scrapy, Sam Rivers, Sällskapet, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Mission of Burma, Lucky Dragons, Scientists, Rekid, Pulsallama, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.

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)