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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.

All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.

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

But have you seen my records?

Blake Baxter, Jeff Mills, Connie Case, Skaos, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Curtis Mayfield, Fluxion, Gang Starr, Gang Green, Colin Newman, Eve St. Jones, Todd Rundgren, Black Pus, The Busters, Kerri Chandler, Monolake, Masters at Work, the Soft Cell, Pierre Henry, The Smiths, Harry Pussy, Crash Course in Science, Andrew Hill, Cabaret Voltaire, Flash Fearless, Shuggie Otis, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Cymande, Stereo Dub, Glenn Branca, cv313, F. McDonald, Bad Manners, Tears for Fears, Gerry Rafferty, Avey Tare, Arcadia, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Black Moon, Mad Mike, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Suicide, Silicon Teens, Sandy B, Albert Ayler, Severed Heads, Loose Ends, Echo & the Bunnymen, The Music Machine, Roxy Music, The Five Americans, Aaron Thompson, John Coltrane, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Wally Richardson, Essential Logic, Moss Icon, Prince Buster, Urselle, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.

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)