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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.

I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.

All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Matthew Halsall, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, The Searchers, Morten Harket, Siglo XX, James Chance & The Contortions, Kaleidoscope, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, Urselle, The Index, Patti Smith, Lower 48, Country Joe & The Fish, the Fania All-Stars, Curtis Mayfield, The Divine Comedy, It's A Beautiful Day, Max Romeo, The Smiths, Warren Ellis, Sugar Minott, The Motions, Half Japanese, The Knickerbockers, Gang Starr, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Brand Nubian, Alice Coltrane, Pharoah Sanders, Monolake, the Germs, Maurizio, The Saints, L. Decosne, The Sisters of Mercy, Camberwell Now, Agitation Free, Agent Orange, Niagra, The Vogues, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Lonnie Liston Smith, Public Image Ltd., Television, Bauhaus, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, The Walker Brothers, Goldenarms, Quantec, Newcleus, Smog, The Monochrome Set, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Ajijia Myrayebe, Yazoo, Rod Modell, Roger Hodgson, X-102, 10cc, Drexciya, Man Eating Sloth, Nik Kershaw, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.

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)