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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.

All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

La Düsseldorf, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Alison Limerick, Rotary Connection, Rapeman, Absolute Body Control, Wolf Eyes, The Evens, Davy DMX, The Move, The J.B.'s, Kool Moe Dee, The United States of America, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, The Electric Prunes, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Leonard Cohen, Bauhaus, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Alton Ellis, Underground Resistance, Index, The Mighty Diamonds, Eyeless In Gaza, Black Moon, Rekid, Grey Daturas, Infiniti, The Fire Engines, F. McDonald, Girls At Our Best!, Magma, The Fall, Chris & Cosey, Joensuu 1685, The Walker Brothers, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Au Pairs, Parry Music, Heavy D & The Boyz, K-Klass, Morten Harket, John Coltrane, Saccharine Trust, Procol Harum, Letta Mbulu, The Last Poets, Donny Hathaway, The Wake, Jeff Mills, OOIOO, The Smiths, Terrestrial Tones, Ajijia Myrayebe, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Eden Ahbez, Cal Tjader, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.

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)