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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.

All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.

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

But have you seen my records?

Wings, Funky Four + One, Eurythmics, Zapp, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, The Knickerbockers, Gong, Amazonics, China Crisis, Wally Richardson, Flipper, Electric Prunes, Godley & Creme, DeepChord presents Echospace, Sugar Minott, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Television Personalities, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Michelle Simonal, the Fania All-Stars, Lower 48, Symarip, Visage, Joey Negro, The Fugs, The Mummies, Alphaville, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Lalann, E-Dancer, Kurtis Blow, New Order, Wasted Youth, The Slackers, Ash Ra Tempel, Dave Gahan, The Gladiators, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Moss Icon, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Gang Green, Pharoah Sanders, Nico, Underground Resistance, Roy Ayers, The Zeros, The Leaves, Fela Kuti, The New Christs, The Walker Brothers, Q and Not U, The Busters, Sandy B, Make Up, Pylon, Mandrill, The Mighty Diamonds, Terrestrial Tones, Lakeside, Black Sheep, Sun City Girls, The Selecter, Hardrive, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.

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)