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 Oman and from Paris.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.

All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Derrick May, the Human League, Todd Rundgren, Rites of Spring, Howard Jones, Eli Mardock, Magma, Franke, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Mandrill, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Amon Düül II, Bobby Hutcherson, KRS-One, Barry Ungar, The Sisters of Mercy, Mad Mike, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, DJ Style, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Sad Lovers and Giants, The Moleskins, John Coltrane, Be Bop Deluxe, Ossler, Rhythm & Sound, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, China Crisis, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Oneida, The Cowsills, Ultravox, K-Klass, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, a-ha, The Walker Brothers, Altered Images, Jeru the Damaja, Organ, Todd Terry, Brothers Johnson, Bronski Beat, Stetsasonic, Los Fastidios, 48th St. Collective, Leonard Cohen, Throbbing Gristle, Louis and Bebe Barron, Youth Brigade, Funkadelic, Max Romeo, The Victims, JFA, Minnie Riperton, Archie Shepp, The Alarm Clocks, Ultramagnetic MC's, Beasts of Bourbon, Supertramp, Goldenarms, Fluxion, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.

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)