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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.

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

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

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Yusef Lateef, The Royal Family And The Poor, Q and Not U, Duran Duran, R.M.O., Lebanon Hanover, David McCallum, The Associates, The Leaves, David Axelrod, Reuben Wilson, Be Bop Deluxe, Icehouse, Lungfish, Curtis Mayfield, Lyres, A Flock of Seagulls, Delta 5, Erasure, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Darondo, Interpol, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, It's A Beautiful Day, The Human League, Skarface, Depeche Mode, Warren Ellis, Adolescents, Simply Red, These Immortal Souls, The Chocolate Watch Band, Blossom Toes, Gong, B.T. Express, Mission of Burma, Fort Wilson Riot, The Doobie Brothers, Ice-T, Vladislav Delay, T.S.O.L., Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Main Source, Crooked Eye, Outsiders, Glambeats Corp., Make Up, Barclay James Harvest, The Buckinghams, Fluxion, The Techniques, The Monks, Rotary Connection, Masters at Work, Animal Collective, Radiohead, Youth Brigade, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Infiniti, Wasted Youth, Deakin, Faust, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.

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)