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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.

All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Suburban Knight, Jesper Dahlback, Lonnie Liston Smith, Easy Going, Rufus Thomas, Harpers Bizarre, David McCallum, Gerry Rafferty, Public Enemy, Minny Pops, the Slits, Ponytail, 10cc, Saccharine Trust, Kaleidoscope, Negative Approach, Cluster, Echo & the Bunnymen, Pagans, Marshall Jefferson, Thee Headcoats, Susan Cadogan, The J.B.'s, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Eyeless In Gaza, Camouflage, Bobbi Humphrey, Joyce Sims, Scrapy, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Leonard Cohen, Unrelated Segments, Max Romeo, Don Cherry, Television, Ultimate Spinach, Quando Quango, Ash Ra Tempel, Jeff Mills, Gregory Isaacs, Boz Scaggs, Smog, Alphaville, Bad Manners, Wire, The Gap Band, These Immortal Souls, Deadbeat, The Raincoats, Sällskapet, Curtis Mayfield, Technova, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Kool Moe Dee, Isaac Hayes, Swell Maps, The Music Machine, The Skatalites, Lee Hazlewood, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Flesh Eaters, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.

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)