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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.

All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Stockholm Monsters, Con Funk Shun, Gang Gang Dance, LL Cool J, Magazine, Stetsasonic, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Lonnie Liston Smith, Iggy Pop, Sällskapet, Amazonics, Barrington Levy, Joyce Sims, Howard Jones, The Monks, X-Ray Spex, The Young Rascals, Archie Shepp, Quantec, Roxette, Gregory Isaacs, Nation of Ulysses, Maleditus Sound, Pet Shop Boys, Marmalade, The Moody Blues, Gong, The Wake, Chrome, Nick Fraelich, John Cale, Urselle, Althea and Donna, The Sisters of Mercy, Davy DMX, Pere Ubu, Bootsy Collins, Godley & Creme, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Ohio Players, Avey Tare, Dawn Penn, Radiopuhelimet, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Ultra Naté, The Walker Brothers, Groovy Waters, Television, Nico, Kurtis Blow, Scott Walker, Deepchord, Sun Ra Arkestra, Gichy Dan, Dark Day, The Dave Clark Five, Lou Reed, Adolescents, It's A Beautiful Day, Heavy D & The Boyz, The Chocolate Watch Band, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.

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)