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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.

All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Rhythm & Sound, Section 25, Unwound, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Kevin Saunderson, Mandrill, Ten City, Jesper Dahlbäck, Brothers Johnson, Schoolly D, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Fluxion, The Golliwogs, Pantaleimon, Neu!, Hasil Adkins, Camberwell Now, Anthony Braxton, Theoretical Girls, Matthew Bourne, The Sound, Scan 7, Tropical Tobacco, Amazonics, Franke, X-101, Bill Near, Laurel Aitken, The Fuzztones, DeepChord presents Echospace, Buzzcocks, the Association, The Fall, The Gun Club, The Martian, Skriet, Lou Reed & John Cale, Nation of Ulysses, Sunsets and Hearts, Nik Kershaw, Patti Smith, Bizarre Inc., Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Terrestrial Tones, Stockholm Monsters, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Joyce Sims, Sugar Minott, Oppenheimer Analysis, Livin' Joy, Morten Harket, Davy DMX, The Sisters of Mercy, CMW, Tubeway Army, Bootsy Collins, Barbara Tucker, Minnie Riperton, Don Cherry, The Divine Comedy, This Heat, Beasts of Bourbon, Slave, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.

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)