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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.

All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Man Eating Sloth, Accadde A, Camberwell Now, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Los Fastidios, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Lakeside, Public Image Ltd., The Smoke, Warsaw, Mark Hollis, Soft Machine, H. Thieme, Little Man, Joensuu 1685, Arthur Verocai, Chris Corsano, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Talk Talk, Amon Düül II, Donny Hathaway, Sunsets and Hearts, Be Bop Deluxe, Mars, Fugazi, Curtis Mayfield, Rotary Connection, Sun Ra Arkestra, Marvin Gaye, Fela Kuti, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Zapp, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Swell Maps, Sister Nancy, Black Sheep, The Jesus and Mary Chain, U.S. Maple, Kayak, Soul Sonic Force, Absolute Body Control, Chris & Cosey, Shuggie Otis, Newcleus, Guru Guru, the Fania All-Stars, Harmonia, Fort Wilson Riot, Boogie Down Productions, Todd Rundgren, Soulsonic Force, Spandau Ballet, The Raincoats, Eric Copeland, In Retrospect, Dead Boys, Nick Fraelich, Kings Of Tomorrow, F. McDonald, Matthew Halsall, The Shadows of Knight, Rapeman, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.

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)