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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.

All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Theoretical Girls, Hoover, The United States of America, Marcia Griffiths, Ultravox, Barclay James Harvest, Clear Light, Sunsets and Hearts, Rhythm & Sound, Ash Ra Tempel, Bill Near, Monolake, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Japan, Young Marble Giants, Minutemen, Nation of Ulysses, Nik Kershaw, The Fire Engines, Mission of Burma, The Golliwogs, Tres Demented, Kerri Chandler, David Axelrod, Duran Duran, Scrapy, Oppenheimer Analysis, The Blues Magoos, Delta 5, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Arcadia, Bob Dylan, Fela Kuti, the Soft Cell, Niagra, Carl Craig, Youth Brigade, Robert Wyatt, Janne Schatter, Technova, The Move, Magazine, David Bowie, Lou Reed & John Cale, World's Most, Dorothy Ashby, Robert Görl, Lower 48, Camberwell Now, Unwound, Fugazi, Bobby Byrd, Tim Buckley, Porter Ricks, Curtis Mayfield, Negative Approach, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Soul II Soul, Little Man, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, The Names, The Gladiators, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.

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)