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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.

All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

New Age Steppers, Monks, Suicide, Toni Rubio, Agent Orange, The Velvet Underground, Mad Mike, FM Einheit, Crooked Eye, Ten City, X-Ray Spex, Angry Samoans, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Eric Copeland, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Oblivians, The Last Poets, Gastr Del Sol, Amon Düül, Circle Jerks, Cameo, The Vogues, Talk Talk, Flipper, Derrick May, Can, Gian Franco Pienzio, Bill Wells, Loose Ends, Audionom, D'Angelo, Aloha Tigers, Television Personalities, Mantronix, Altered Images, Roger Hodgson, Gerry Rafferty, The Sound, Pussy Galore, Dave Gahan, Quantec, The Martian, Juan Atkins, kango's stein massive, Cluster, Saccharine Trust, Depeche Mode, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Max Romeo, Rapeman, Brand Nubian, EPMD, Carl Craig, The Red Krayola, Blake Baxter, Delon & Dalcan, Mr. Review, Girls At Our Best!, The Fuzztones, The Mojo Men, Fugazi, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.

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)