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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.

All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.

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

But have you seen my records?

Newcleus, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Janne Schatter, Arcadia, June of 44, Traffic Nightmare, Sugar Minott, Anthony Braxton, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Jerry Gold Smith, Toni Rubio, Roger Hodgson, Subhumans, Lou Reed & John Cale, Ohio Players, Metal Thangz, Soul II Soul, Gregory Isaacs, Depeche Mode, Gang Gang Dance, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Blackbyrds, Y Pants, Larry & the Blue Notes, ABC, The United States of America, Pharoah Sanders, Avey Tare, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, The Vogues, T.S.O.L., Sad Lovers and Giants, The Happenings, Hardrive, Barbara Tucker, The Tremeloes, Vladislav Delay, Cameo, Lou Christie, Von Mondo, John Cale, Goldenarms, kango's stein massive, Cabaret Voltaire, Wasted Youth, Underground Resistance, Loose Ends, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, David Bowie, The Pretty Things, Nation of Ulysses, Bluetip, The Toasters, Barrington Levy, Judy Mowatt, The Selecter, Kas Product, Minor Threat, Zero Boys, Animal Collective, Siglo XX, Harry Pussy, Gabor Szabo, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.

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)