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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.

All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Jimmy McGriff, Adolescents, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, The Gories, Sparks, Gerry Rafferty, Barbara Tucker, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Vladislav Delay, Bad Manners, Black Flag, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Thee Headcoats, Smog, Rosa Yemen, Marine Girls, Desert Stars, Archie Shepp, Public Image Ltd., Hasil Adkins, the Human League, Cecil Taylor, The Dave Clark Five, Wasted Youth, Japan, Flamin' Groovies, Bill Wells, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Cabaret Voltaire, Sonny Sharrock, Sound Behaviour, Arab on Radar, Letta Mbulu, Godley & Creme, Icehouse, Ohio Players, Lakeside, The Moody Blues, Blake Baxter, Theoretical Girls, Young Marble Giants, Kas Product, Bobbi Humphrey, The Gun Club, the Slits, Andrew Hill, Circle Jerks, Massinfluence, Erykah Badu, Masters at Work, Kings Of Tomorrow, One Last Wish, Model 500, EPMD, Rites of Spring, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Bluetip, The Busters, the Swans, Clear Light, Matthew Bourne, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.

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)