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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.

All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Radiopuhelimet, John Cale, Schoolly D, Dorothy Ashby, Faraquet, Altered Images, The Real Kids, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Japan, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Alison Limerick, Nation of Ulysses, Barclay James Harvest, The Star Department, Franke, Deakin, Barrington Levy, Todd Rundgren, Qualms, Amon Düül, David McCallum, Liaisons Dangereuses, Gian Franco Pienzio, Throbbing Gristle, The Fugs, Moss Icon, Pantytec, Chris & Cosey, Prince Buster, New Order, Archie Shepp, Television, The Cosmic Jokers, Magma, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Ash Ra Tempel, Cecil Taylor, The Index, Gil Scott Heron, Young Marble Giants, Urselle, The Fortunes, UT, Larry & the Blue Notes, Jacob Miller, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Wasted Youth, the Germs, One Last Wish, Goldenarms, Can, The Blackbyrds, The Vogues, Ultra Naté, Harmonia, Lou Reed, Eyeless In Gaza, Moebius, ABC, Mr. Review, Isaac Hayes, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Echospace, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.

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)