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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.

All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Dual Sessions, The Electric Prunes, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The Remains, Mark Hollis, Stetsasonic, Flash Fearless, Dark Day, Grandmaster Flash, The Grass Roots, The Zeros, Sparks, The Moody Blues, Au Pairs, Monolake, Tres Demented, Lungfish, Ultimate Spinach, Ponytail, Howard Jones, Youth Brigade, Henry Cow, Jacques Brel, Main Source, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, David McCallum, John Coltrane, Gang Gang Dance, Roger Hodgson, Frankie Knuckles, Outsiders, The Offenders, Lee Hazlewood, Sly & The Family Stone, Flipper, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Depeche Mode, Rosa Yemen, Whodini, AZ, Essential Logic, Monks, Buzzcocks, Young Marble Giants, Gichy Dan, Crash Course in Science, the Sonics, Brick, Tom Boy, Groovy Waters, The Real Kids, These Immortal Souls, New Order, The Walker Brothers, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Monochrome Set, Fatback Band, Absolute Body Control, Sun Ra Arkestra, Los Fastidios, ABBA, Rekid, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.

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)