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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.

All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Pagans, Circle Jerks, Man Parrish, Mars, Connie Case, The Cramps, Masters at Work, Matthew Bourne, Rosa Yemen, Harpers Bizarre, Yellowson, Kas Product, Soul Sonic Force, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Althea and Donna, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Cecil Taylor, The Toasters, Dawn Penn, The Litter, Ludus, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Guru Guru, Procol Harum, Rod Modell, Gil Scott Heron, Jandek, The Fall, Flamin' Groovies, Louis and Bebe Barron, Gong, Pole, the Swans, Bad Manners, Scratch Acid, The Fortunes, The Searchers, Vladislav Delay, Sight & Sound, The Pretty Things, Khruangbin, The Detroit Cobras, Schoolly D, Average White Band, E-Dancer, Toni Rubio, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Drexciya, Stockholm Monsters, Judy Mowatt, Josef K, X-102, John Holt, Aloha Tigers, Piero Umiliani, Fat Boys, The Pop Group, Unwound, The Shadows of Knight, The Associates, ABBA, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.

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)