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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.

All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Kaleidoscope, Hoover, A Certain Ratio, Eurythmics, Chris Corsano, Mantronix, Wally Richardson, The Litter, Arthur Verocai, Monks, The Royal Family And The Poor, Steve Hackett, Amon Düül, Kenny Larkin, Connie Case, Delon & Dalcan, Marc Almond, Absolute Body Control, The Last Poets, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Camouflage, Barclay James Harvest, Procol Harum, Warsaw, Bizarre Inc., Fugazi, Babytalk, Aloha Tigers, Main Source, The Blues Magoos, Danielle Patucci, Sun City Girls, Pantytec, Underground Resistance, Gabor Szabo, China Crisis, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Marcia Griffiths, Marshall Jefferson, ABC, Gichy Dan, Rakim, Charles Mingus, The Slackers, Pierre Henry, Make Up, Surgeon, X-101, Liliput, Mark Hollis, Panda Bear, Michelle Simonal, Sun Ra Arkestra, The Monochrome Set, Sparks, June of 44, A Flock of Seagulls, Rapeman, Icehouse, The Angels of Light, Reagan Youth, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.

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)