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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.

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

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Cowsills, Soft Cell, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Adolescents, The Human League, Unrelated Segments, Curtis Mayfield, CMW, Essential Logic, Sällskapet, The Sisters of Mercy, Ultimate Spinach, D'Angelo, Eden Ahbez, Ultravox, Lower 48, Khruangbin, Aswad, Accadde A, Bootsy Collins, Scrapy, Skarface, Graham Central Station, The Young Rascals, Babytalk, Gang of Four, Peter & Gordon, ABC, Pylon, Supertramp, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Stooges, Gian Franco Pienzio, Loose Ends, Lou Christie, Robert Hood, Bob Dylan, Metal Thangz, Michelle Simonal, Camouflage, Max Romeo, Tres Demented, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Lightning Bolt, Todd Terry, Johnny Osbourne, The Techniques, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, The Barracudas, T.S.O.L., Kerri Chandler, Gang Starr, DNA, The Skatalites, Crime, Marmalade, The Royal Family And The Poor, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.

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)