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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.

All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ralphi Rosario, Pagans, R.M.O., cv313, Supertramp, Soft Cell, Eve St. Jones, Stetsasonic, Alton Ellis, Siouxsie and the Banshees, D'Angelo, Echospace, Matthew Halsall, Scan 7, Television Personalities, Average White Band, The Offenders, Nils Olav, Funky Four + One, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Excepter, Fifty Foot Hose, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Colin Newman, Heaven 17, Alison Limerick, Moebius, Interpol, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Goldenarms, Mr. Review, Robert Wyatt, The Moody Blues, The Searchers, The New Christs, Throbbing Gristle, Ken Boothe, Public Image Ltd., The Divine Comedy, The Kinks, Mandrill, Popol Vuh, The Leaves, Whodini, Darondo, Archie Shepp, Amon Düül II, Schoolly D, Danielle Patucci, Eric Copeland, Andrew Hill, Rites of Spring, Letta Mbulu, The Shadows of Knight, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Gian Franco Pienzio, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The Vogues, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Slick Rick, The Fire Engines, The Beau Brummels, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.

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)