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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Martian to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.

All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lyres, Dorothy Ashby, The Shadows of Knight, Yellowson, Pussy Galore, These Immortal Souls, The Moleskins, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Radiohead, Jacques Brel, Zapp, Kenny Larkin, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Newcleus, Scott Walker, Babytalk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Bill Near, The Music Machine, Byron Stingily, Fugazi, Make Up, Anakelly, Tommy Roe, the Bar-Kays, Matthew Halsall, Heaven 17, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Fall, Rotary Connection, Soul II Soul, Loose Ends, Cecil Taylor, The Monochrome Set, The Saints, Vladislav Delay, Oppenheimer Analysis, Minny Pops, Maleditus Sound, MDC, Liaisons Dangereuses, Television, Davy DMX, Motorama, Symarip, The Kinks, Juan Atkins, Flipper, Liliput, Dead Boys, Johnny Osbourne, Man Eating Sloth, Trumans Water, Angry Samoans, Hashim, Siglo XX, Faust, Circle Jerks, Altered Images, Duran Duran, Todd Terry, China Crisis, The Dave Clark Five, The Toasters, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.

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)