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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Alton Ellis, Newcleus, Robert Görl, Sun Ra Arkestra, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Fluxion, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Yaz, The Modern Lovers, Ohio Players, The Leaves, Intrusion, Scientists, The Selecter, Accadde A, Leonard Cohen, Rapeman, Saccharine Trust, The Real Kids, Faust, Piero Umiliani, Fort Wilson Riot, The American Breed, Monks, The Doors, Michelle Simonal, Lebanon Hanover, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Surgeon, Colin Newman, The Zeros, Swell Maps, Groovy Waters, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, The Pretty Things, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Interpol, Magma, Pussy Galore, Infiniti, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Fear, Public Enemy, The Cure, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Scan 7, Moss Icon, One Last Wish, Gichy Dan, Vainqueur, Nils Olav, X-101, UT, FM Einheit, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, John Foxx, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Todd Rundgren, DeepChord presents Echospace, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.

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)