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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.

All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.

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

But have you seen my records?

Brand Nubian, Neil Young, kango's stein massive, Lightning Bolt, Malaria!, Mary Jane Girls, Mo-Dettes, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, the Bar-Kays, Aural Exciters, Bootsy Collins, Blossom Toes, the Sonics, The New Christs, Nils Olav, Quadrant, Soul Sonic Force, Arthur Verocai, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Scientists, Barclay James Harvest, Pharoah Sanders, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Cluster, Anthony Braxton, T.S.O.L., Curtis Mayfield, Graham Central Station, Wire, The Remains, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Associates, Cal Tjader, EPMD, Stockholm Monsters, Sugar Minott, James Chance & The Contortions, Ronnie Foster, Colin Newman, Maurizio, Niagra, F. McDonald, The Trojans, Hashim, Babytalk, Au Pairs, The United States of America, Pere Ubu, Idris Muhammad, Fela Kuti, Minnie Riperton, The Five Americans, Rod Modell, Moby Grape, MDC, Eli Mardock, Negative Approach, Byron Stingily, Big Daddy Kane, Icehouse, Bush Tetras, Cecil Taylor, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.

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)