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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.

All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Arthur Verocai, Country Teasers, Quando Quango, Maurizio, The Gories, The Gladiators, Mo-Dettes, Harry Pussy, Cecil Taylor, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Matthew Bourne, Can, Aaron Thompson, The Flesh Eaters, David McCallum, David Bowie, Oneida, The Happenings, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Moebius, Underground Resistance, Los Fastidios, Skaos, Prince Buster, Infiniti, Lakeside, Quantec, Gang of Four, Lungfish, John Foxx, Jesper Dahlback, Lalo Schifrin, The Searchers, Crispian St. Peters, Fat Boys, The Detroit Cobras, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Model 500, The Skatalites, Junior Murvin, The Walker Brothers, Urselle, the Human League, Stiv Bators, Eden Ahbez, Cabaret Voltaire, Letta Mbulu, the Sonics, Newcleus, London Community Gospel Choir, Rekid, Jeff Lynne, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, kango's stein massive, Gong, 10cc, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Outsiders, Radiohead, Ten City, Q65, OOIOO, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.

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)