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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.

All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Thee Headcoats, Depeche Mode, Robert Hood, 8 Eyed Spy, Pagans, The Real Kids, Gregory Isaacs, Patti Smith, Mr. Review, The Electric Prunes, Soulsonic Force, The Dead C, MC5, Agent Orange, The Gories, Heaven 17, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, The Index, In Retrospect, David Axelrod, Lee Hazlewood, Jeff Mills, Bauhaus, Big Daddy Kane, The Velvet Underground, Matthew Bourne, Inner City, The Smoke, John Lydon, The Count Five, Tomorrow, Curtis Mayfield, Soft Cell, MDC, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Leaves, Little Man, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Cal Tjader, Ronnie Foster, The Stooges, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Radiohead, Freddie Wadling, Lakeside, The Sound, The Fall, The Alarm Clocks, Jandek, The New Christs, John Holt, Jacob Miller, Black Bananas, The Music Machine, Dark Day, The Litter, Gang Green, Can, Infiniti, Bobby Womack, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.

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)