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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.

All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Yusef Lateef, Lee Hazlewood, the Human League, Be Bop Deluxe, Letta Mbulu, Kerrie Biddell, Gastr Del Sol, The Offenders, Groovy Waters, The Remains, The Happenings, Shuggie Otis, Bill Near, Todd Terry, The Real Kids, Anthony Braxton, Soft Machine, Mary Jane Girls, Deepchord, Joe Finger, The Angels of Light, Nick Fraelich, World's Most, Barbara Tucker, Skarface, Donald Byrd, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Infiniti, Jimmy McGriff, Kaleidoscope, Quadrant, Lindisfarne, It's A Beautiful Day, Eli Mardock, Cymande, The Searchers, Tres Demented, The Zeros, 8 Eyed Spy, Brothers Johnson, The Fall, Eyeless In Gaza, T. Rex, Dual Sessions, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Crash Course in Science, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, 10cc, Buzzcocks, Mark Hollis, Sexual Harrassment, Ralphi Rosario, Amazonics, Sunsets and Hearts, Motorama, Roger Hodgson, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sound Behaviour, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.

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)