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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.

All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Reed, Loose Ends, Public Enemy, Michelle Simonal, Outsiders, Alice Coltrane, Yazoo, Brothers Johnson, London Community Gospel Choir, Suburban Knight, The Monochrome Set, Peter and Kerry, The Last Poets, The Dead C, Steve Hackett, Radiopuhelimet, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Amon Düül II, Moby Grape, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Eden Ahbez, Gang Gang Dance, FM Einheit, John Holt, Massinfluence, Pet Shop Boys, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Sandy B, This Heat, Albert Ayler, Lungfish, Carl Craig, Goldenarms, Erykah Badu, Rotary Connection, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Gang Green, Hoover, Marmalade, Idris Muhammad, The Wake, Joy Division, Thompson Twins, Stereo Dub, Joe Smooth, Schoolly D, Moss Icon, Quadrant, Reuben Wilson, Buzzcocks, A Certain Ratio, James Chance & The Contortions, New Order, Minny Pops, Von Mondo, Basic Channel, Drive Like Jehu, Flash Fearless, Jimmy McGriff, Alison Limerick, Mantronix, Sonny Sharrock, JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.

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)