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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.

All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Donny Hathaway, Zero Boys, The Walker Brothers, Ice-T, Piero Umiliani, The J.B.'s, Crispian St. Peters, Traffic Nightmare, The Slackers, Fear, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Girls At Our Best!, Gastr Del Sol, Matthew Halsall, Main Source, Camouflage, The Mighty Diamonds, Eli Mardock, Gil Scott Heron, The Gun Club, DJ Sneak, PIL, The Doors, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Mary Jane Girls, Todd Terry, Erykah Badu, Guru Guru, Nik Kershaw, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Misunderstood, The Buckinghams, Yaz, Bootsy Collins, Neu!, Unwound, Suicide, Roxy Music, The Electric Prunes, Schoolly D, Lindisfarne, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Man Eating Sloth, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Bauhaus, Lightning Bolt, Porter Ricks, The Index, kango's stein massive, Joyce Sims, Lou Reed, The Leaves, Pet Shop Boys, Arab on Radar, Fort Wilson Riot, Loose Ends, Eyeless In Gaza, Rekid, Cluster, Ohio Players, Wally Richardson, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)