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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.

All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Joyce Sims, Danielle Patucci, Toni Rubio, The Barracudas, Camouflage, Radiopuhelimet, The New Christs, Minnie Riperton, Japan, Kool Moe Dee, the Human League, The Remains, Dual Sessions, Nick Fraelich, The Smoke, Y Pants, Deepchord, David McCallum, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Shuggie Otis, Flipper, Livin' Joy, The Kinks, Idris Muhammad, The Mojo Men, Kevin Saunderson, Liaisons Dangereuses, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, La Düsseldorf, Heavy D & The Boyz, Suburban Knight, Man Parrish, Sexual Harrassment, D'Angelo, Sound Behaviour, Masters at Work, Essential Logic, The Stooges, Eric B and Rakim, Delta 5, Henry Cow, Average White Band, Dave Gahan, Slick Rick, Anakelly, Adolescents, Motorama, Yusef Lateef, Rosa Yemen, Wally Richardson, Frankie Knuckles, Rites of Spring, The Knickerbockers, OOIOO, Absolute Body Control, Aswad, Joensuu 1685, Jawbox, Arthur Verocai, The Techniques, Jesper Dahlback, Qualms, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.

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)