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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.

All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Hardrive, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Busters, Lindisfarne, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Porter Ricks, Eve St. Jones, Bobby Sherman, Warsaw, UT, Can, Quantec, Pussy Galore, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Ossler, The Gladiators, Moby Grape, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Jerry Gold Smith, Darondo, Index, China Crisis, Robert Wyatt, Harry Pussy, H. Thieme, The Birthday Party, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Panda Bear, The Associates, Procol Harum, The United States of America, the Slits, Motorama, The Last Poets, DJ Sneak, Delon & Dalcan, The Mojo Men, Sandy B, Zero Boys, Severed Heads, Masters at Work, Lalo Schifrin, Chris & Cosey, Stiv Bators, Judy Mowatt, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Velvet Underground, Johnny Osbourne, Cameo, Sun Ra, Sonny Sharrock, Sällskapet, The Doors, The Star Department, Sun City Girls, Marc Almond, Bobbi Humphrey, Gang Starr, The Alarm Clocks, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Unwound, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.

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)