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 Iran and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.

All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soulsonic Force, Technova, Pantaleimon, Crispian St. Peters, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Sugar Minott, Harry Pussy, Avey Tare, Pagans, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Crooked Eye, Amon Düül, New Age Steppers, Connie Case, Eden Ahbez, Bobby Womack, The Stooges, The Moody Blues, Massinfluence, Josef K, EPMD, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Zeros, Rakim, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Angels of Light, Jeru the Damaja, Mary Jane Girls, Yusef Lateef, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sonny Sharrock, It's A Beautiful Day, Gabor Szabo, JFA, Idris Muhammad, MDC, Black Sheep, Pharoah Sanders, Stockholm Monsters, Y Pants, Main Source, David Axelrod, Marvin Gaye, Robert Görl, Pere Ubu, Minnie Riperton, The Pretty Things, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Godley & Creme, Country Joe & The Fish, The Smoke, The Human League, Laurel Aitken, Slick Rick, Wings, Eric Copeland, PIL, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.

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)