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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.

All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Joy Division, Spoonie Gee, New Age Steppers, A Flock of Seagulls, Crash Course in Science, Quantec, CMW, The Fortunes, Matthew Halsall, Index, Chris & Cosey, Cymande, Marc Almond, The Evens, Kevin Saunderson, Quadrant, Cecil Taylor, Icehouse, Soul II Soul, Intrusion, Lonnie Liston Smith, Average White Band, The Angels of Light, Sixth Finger, Easy Going, Rapeman, T. Rex, Connie Case, Gichy Dan, The Busters, Maleditus Sound, Amazonics, Sister Nancy, Bobbi Humphrey, Gang Starr, Sound Behaviour, 10cc, Bobby Byrd, The Men They Couldn't Hang, 48th St. Collective, Subhumans, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Seeds, Roger Hodgson, Brand Nubian, The Human League, L. Decosne, Loose Ends, Tim Buckley, Aloha Tigers, The Index, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, It's A Beautiful Day, Rhythm & Sound, Alice Coltrane, Liliput, Popol Vuh, Sad Lovers and Giants, Pantaleimon, Big Daddy Kane, Second Layer, The Skatalites, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.

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)