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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club 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 Gong. All the underground hits.

All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Ossler, Technova, The Mojo Men, China Crisis, Funky Four + One, Unwound, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Eurythmics, The Misunderstood, Eden Ahbez, Gichy Dan, The Buckinghams, The Cowsills, Aswad, Minutemen, Eric B and Rakim, Stetsasonic, Louis and Bebe Barron, Max Romeo, Danielle Patucci, Zapp, Deepchord, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, The Human League, Echospace, Tres Demented, Cal Tjader, The Saints, Kerri Chandler, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Y Pants, Flamin' Groovies, Davy DMX, Procol Harum, The Associates, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Animal Collective, the Swans, Brass Construction, Symarip, Los Fastidios, Wolf Eyes, Stockholm Monsters, Black Bananas, the Bar-Kays, Mo-Dettes, Ultravox, Man Eating Sloth, Q65, The Shadows of Knight, Steve Hackett, Bobby Sherman, Fugazi, Masters at Work, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Alton Ellis, Roy Ayers, the Germs, Ash Ra Tempel, Pere Ubu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.

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)