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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.

All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Carl Craig, Black Sheep, China Crisis, Sonny Sharrock, Jerry's Kids, Nation of Ulysses, CMW, Joensuu 1685, Cheater Slicks, Rites of Spring, Agitation Free, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Barry Ungar, Depeche Mode, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, The Gladiators, Groovy Waters, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Bootsy Collins, Lakeside, Dark Day, Josef K, Saccharine Trust, Soul Sonic Force, Wire, Sunsets and Hearts, Robert Wyatt, Gil Scott Heron, Leonard Cohen, Junior Murvin, John Coltrane, Cabaret Voltaire, In Retrospect, Fad Gadget, Ludus, Fifty Foot Hose, Loose Ends, Arab on Radar, Piero Umiliani, The Walker Brothers, Delon & Dalcan, DeepChord presents Echospace, The Velvet Underground, Boz Scaggs, The Seeds, The Leaves, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Jandek, David McCallum, Skriet, The Evens, Yazoo, 48th St. Collective, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), The Mojo Men, The Royal Family And The Poor, Duran Duran, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.

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)