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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.

All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

the Association, Louis and Bebe Barron, Bobby Sherman, Connie Case, Royal Trux, Oblivians, Agent Orange, Sunsets and Hearts, The Blackbyrds, Kaleidoscope, The Moody Blues, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Neon Judgement, Althea and Donna, PIL, Country Joe & The Fish, The Music Machine, Lebanon Hanover, Roxy Music, Soul II Soul, Pylon, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Banda Bassotti, Ken Boothe, Spandau Ballet, Fad Gadget, Eden Ahbez, Soulsonic Force, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, The Raincoats, John Coltrane, Japan, The Electric Prunes, Tropical Tobacco, Jesper Dahlbäck, the Soft Cell, The Skatalites, Barclay James Harvest, Flipper, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Drexciya, Lightning Bolt, Severed Heads, Ponytail, Radiopuhelimet, Gastr Del Sol, The Leaves, The Dirtbombs, China Crisis, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Camouflage, Gian Franco Pienzio, The Wake, Sonny Sharrock, DNA, Public Image Ltd., Blossom Toes, Amon Düül, Ronnie Foster, Inner City, Tomorrow, Excepter, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.

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)