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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.

All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?

Todd Rundgren, Young Marble Giants, The Durutti Column, The Seeds, Mars, Delon & Dalcan, Massinfluence, The Cosmic Jokers, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, DJ Style, Sonny Sharrock, Adolescents, Sun Ra, Talk Talk, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Model 500, Sunsets and Hearts, Los Fastidios, Kings Of Tomorrow, The Gladiators, Grandmaster Flash, Urselle, Jesper Dahlbäck, The Smoke, Eddi Front, the Swans, Flamin' Groovies, Country Joe & The Fish, Brass Construction, The Stooges, Rhythm & Sound, The Misunderstood, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Fugazi, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Juan Atkins, Tomorrow, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Derrick Morgan, Roy Ayers, Boogie Down Productions, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Cabaret Voltaire, Zero Boys, Barclay James Harvest, Albert Ayler, Radio Birdman, Jacob Miller, Heavy D & The Boyz, Scan 7, Surgeon, Rekid, Tommy Roe, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Trumans Water, 48th St. Collective, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Can, Delta 5, Donny Hathaway, Ronan, Camouflage, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.

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)