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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.

All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Robert Hood, Mad Mike, Chrome, Alton Ellis, Essential Logic, E-Dancer, Unwound, Sound Behaviour, Marmalade, Sarah Menescal, Lou Christie, The Smiths, Crime, The Modern Lovers, The Slits, The Barracudas, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Ultimate Spinach, Kool Moe Dee, Mars, Television, Kurtis Blow, Robert Wyatt, Vainqueur, Brand Nubian, The Durutti Column, The Mummies, Electric Light Orchestra, Ajijia Myrayebe, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Roxy Music, The Slackers, Albert Ayler, Radiopuhelimet, Marcia Griffiths, Barclay James Harvest, The Cosmic Jokers, Barrington Levy, Qualms, Maleditus Sound, Ice-T, Todd Rundgren, The Neon Judgement, Anakelly, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Isaac Hayes, The Invisible, Simply Red, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Rotary Connection, David Bowie, Peter and Kerry, Audionom, Urselle, Moss Icon, Neil Young, H. Thieme, Quando Quango, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Wally Richardson, The Cramps, Pantaleimon, Kevin Saunderson, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.

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)