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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.

All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Young Rascals, Nik Kershaw, Smog, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Bobby Sherman, Johnny Osbourne, Howard Jones, The Angels of Light, Cheater Slicks, Liliput, Cybotron, Alton Ellis, Jacques Brel, Das Ding, Black Flag, Chrome, Fifty Foot Hose, Minor Threat, Harry Pussy, The United States of America, Anthony Braxton, Gil Scott Heron, Grandmaster Flash, Marshall Jefferson, Nation of Ulysses, Sad Lovers and Giants, Cymande, Eve St. Jones, Drive Like Jehu, Nas, Joyce Sims, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Subhumans, Kevin Saunderson, The Men They Couldn't Hang, Henry Cow, Piero Umiliani, Make Up, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, The Residents, Moby Grape, Young Marble Giants, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Ash Ra Tempel, The Toasters, Underground Resistance, Von Mondo, Jawbox, Bang On A Can, The Doobie Brothers, The Beau Brummels, James White and The Blacks, Unwound, X-102, Oneida, Scratch Acid, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, The Selecter, Dark Day, Moebius, Masters at Work, Blancmange, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.

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)