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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.

I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.

All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Terry Callier, Spoonie Gee, the Association, Harmonia, Surgeon, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Electric Light Orchestra, Larry & the Blue Notes, The Detroit Cobras, Heavy D & The Boyz, Icehouse, Stiv Bators, The Neon Judgement, DJ Style, D'Angelo, Glambeats Corp., The Evens, The Mighty Diamonds, June of 44, Gichy Dan, The Kinks, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Piero Umiliani, Sixth Finger, Con Funk Shun, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, The Monochrome Set, Lower 48, The Cosmic Jokers, One Last Wish, Ajijia Myrayebe, Young Marble Giants, Harpers Bizarre, Fluxion, The Saints, Johnny Osbourne, Das Ding, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Rosa Yemen, Scan 7, Marcia Griffiths, Moebius, Sandy B, Eurythmics, The Flesh Eaters, Crooked Eye, The Gap Band, Country Teasers, Hardrive, Quantec, Brass Construction, Loose Ends, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, The Cramps, The Cowsills, James Chance & The Contortions, Throbbing Gristle, The Black Dice, Lakeside, Rufus Thomas, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.

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)