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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.

All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Black Dice, Heavy D & The Boyz, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Moby Grape, Davy DMX, E-Dancer, Soul Sonic Force, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Bobbi Humphrey, Electric Prunes, Kool Moe Dee, Black Pus, F. McDonald, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Red Krayola, The Cosmic Jokers, John Foxx, Technova, Barbara Tucker, Grauzone, The Victims, Interpol, Aaron Thompson, Tubeway Army, Minor Threat, Magazine, ABC, JFA, Pulsallama, Nils Olav, Youth Brigade, Glenn Branca, Moss Icon, the Normal, Kurtis Blow, The Music Machine, Kevin Saunderson, KRS-One, Stiv Bators, Depeche Mode, June of 44, Tears for Fears, Parry Music, Ronan, Morten Harket, Gerry Rafferty, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, The Smiths, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Joe Smooth, Joy Division, Wolf Eyes, MC5, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Urselle, Erasure, Harmonia, Silicon Teens, Al Stewart, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Television Personalities, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.

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)