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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.

All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Steve Hackett, Sandy B, Nirvana, Zapp, The Wake, Marcia Griffiths, Barrington Levy, Barclay James Harvest, Kaleidoscope, Vainqueur, Ronnie Foster, The Gap Band, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Lee Hazlewood, Icehouse, Alphaville, Gregory Isaacs, Royal Trux, Roxette, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Chris Corsano, The Electric Prunes, Derrick Morgan, The New Christs, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Schoolly D, Mars, Erykah Badu, Easy Going, The Shadows of Knight, Kool Moe Dee, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, The Slits, Don Cherry, World's Most, Skaos, L. Decosne, Blake Baxter, Amon Düül, Cecil Taylor, Average White Band, Piero Umiliani, Gabor Szabo, Chrome, Davy DMX, Be Bop Deluxe, Donald Byrd, Joyce Sims, Swell Maps, Isaac Hayes, Rosa Yemen, Quantec, A Certain Ratio, Bill Near, Wings, The Gladiators, Johnny Osbourne, Michelle Simonal, Soulsonic Force, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.

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)