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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.

All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s.

I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

ABC, Tim Buckley, The Fugs, La Düsseldorf, Outsiders, Hoover, Matthew Halsall, Gregory Isaacs, the Human League, The Mighty Diamonds, The Fortunes, ABBA, The Gladiators, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, The Names, Radio Birdman, The Blues Magoos, The Standells, Boogie Down Productions, Q65, Letta Mbulu, Girls At Our Best!, Surgeon, Tomorrow, Whodini, Nils Olav, The Royal Family And The Poor, Soul II Soul, Piero Umiliani, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Ituana, Joe Finger, Thee Headcoats, Deepchord, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Saints, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Gong, Talk Talk, Radiopuhelimet, The Electric Prunes, The Litter, Vainqueur, Bobby Sherman, Neu!, JFA, Skaos, Yusef Lateef, Lebanon Hanover, Traffic Nightmare, Marc Almond, Prince Buster, Eric Dolphy, Donald Byrd, Curtis Mayfield, Von Mondo, Parry Music, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Loose Ends, PIL, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.

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)