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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.

All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Aloha Tigers, Minor Threat, Scan 7, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Stockholm Monsters, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Sexual Harrassment, Heavy D & The Boyz, Bauhaus, The Cosmic Jokers, LL Cool J, ABBA, F. McDonald, Marvin Gaye, Bob Dylan, Deadbeat, Fluxion, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Max Romeo, The Victims, Essential Logic, Agent Orange, Lou Reed & John Cale, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Ajijia Myrayebe, Deepchord, The Electric Prunes, Cybotron, Lower 48, The Alarm Clocks, Laurel Aitken, Man Eating Sloth, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Flamin' Groovies, Lightning Bolt, Dual Sessions, Faraquet, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Pulsallama, Marshall Jefferson, The Detroit Cobras, Graham Central Station, Lou Christie, Crash Course in Science, The Leaves, X-102, Echo & the Bunnymen, Moss Icon, a-ha, Quadrant, Hoover, Sixth Finger, The Gap Band, Depeche Mode, JFA, Unwound, The Royal Family And The Poor, Ralphi Rosario, The Martian, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.

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)