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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.

All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Buckinghams, Quando Quango, Fort Wilson Riot, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Dark Day, Black Flag, Rotary Connection, Barclay James Harvest, Erasure, Traffic Nightmare, Cameo, Scientists, Sonny Sharrock, Minor Threat, Sparks, Marcia Griffiths, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Alison Limerick, Byron Stingily, Donny Hathaway, The Cure, Tommy Roe, Technova, Cal Tjader, The Barracudas, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Dead C, Television, The Litter, Johnny Osbourne, John Lydon, Jeff Lynne, Fear, Junior Murvin, Funky Four + One, The Vogues, It's A Beautiful Day, Terry Callier, Scratch Acid, The Music Machine, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Godley & Creme, The Stooges, Agent Orange, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Anthony Braxton, Shuggie Otis, Dawn Penn, Colin Newman, Bizarre Inc., Spoonie Gee, The Grass Roots, The Red Krayola, The American Breed, World's Most, Marc Almond, Davy DMX, Kayak, Franke, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.

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)