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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.

All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sound Behaviour, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Amazonics, Barrington Levy, Echo & the Bunnymen, Lower 48, Ronan, The Standells, The New Christs, June Days, Q65, The Searchers, Parry Music, Pole, Rod Modell, Fugazi, Stiv Bators, D'Angelo, Soft Machine, Sunsets and Hearts, The Skatalites, ABC, Minnie Riperton, Sad Lovers and Giants, Public Enemy, The Stooges, Fad Gadget, Susan Cadogan, Dawn Penn, Little Man, The Grass Roots, Amon Düül II, Brick, Rakim, Mantronix, Nils Olav, Country Teasers, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Archie Shepp, Fela Kuti, Ohio Players, R.M.O., Eden Ahbez, Roxette, B.T. Express, Aural Exciters, Rotary Connection, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Cabaret Voltaire, Robert Wyatt, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Barbara Tucker, Soft Cell, Lindisfarne, Subhumans, The Martian, Tropical Tobacco, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, James Chance & The Contortions, Roger Hodgson, Faust, Gong, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.

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)