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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.

All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Görl, Faust, Unwound, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Offenders, Goldenarms, Television Personalities, Terry Callier, Bang On A Can, Lalo Schifrin, Accadde A, Fela Kuti, Nico, Bizarre Inc., Icehouse, Underground Resistance, Donny Hathaway, Franke, These Immortal Souls, Eden Ahbez, The Invisible, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Little Man, Darondo, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Iggy Pop, Kings Of Tomorrow, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Young Marble Giants, Ash Ra Tempel, Minny Pops, Alton Ellis, Avey Tare, Pantytec, The Happenings, James Chance & The Contortions, Marine Girls, Urselle, Juan Atkins, The Cosmic Jokers, Average White Band, Letta Mbulu, Echo & the Bunnymen, Glenn Branca, Yazoo, The Doors, The Grass Roots, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Sun Ra, Fad Gadget, B.T. Express, MDC, Judy Mowatt, Aural Exciters, Cecil Taylor, Groovy Waters, The Toasters, Nick Fraelich, Glambeats Corp., Fugazi, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.

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)