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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.

All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Standells, Sister Nancy, Bootsy Collins, Quando Quango, Harmonia, Soul II Soul, Grandmaster Flash, Echospace, Lightning Bolt, Rhythm & Sound, The Dave Clark Five, Bill Wells, Brass Construction, Connie Case, Khruangbin, The Beau Brummels, The Misunderstood, Byron Stingily, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Godley & Creme, Piero Umiliani, Kerrie Biddell, The Move, Tropical Tobacco, The Electric Prunes, Fifty Foot Hose, Television Personalities, Kool Moe Dee, Isaac Hayes, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, DJ Style, Masters at Work, Electric Prunes, Pole, Section 25, Gil Scott Heron, The Dead C, Graham Central Station, Aswad, Flamin' Groovies, Davy DMX, Wire, Los Fastidios, Japan, The Mojo Men, Q65, T. Rex, Man Eating Sloth, Maurizio, Alison Limerick, The Fuzztones, Drive Like Jehu, the Human League, The Selecter, Icehouse, Scientists, Don Cherry, Chrome, Bob Dylan, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Blackbyrds, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Curtis Mayfield, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.

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)