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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.

All The Misunderstood 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

The Five Americans, DNA, Alton Ellis, Liaisons Dangereuses, Leonard Cohen, X-101, The Gories, Guru Guru, The Pop Group, Tom Boy, John Foxx, The Smoke, Larry & the Blue Notes, Grandmaster Flash, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Rhythm & Sound, Visage, Pet Shop Boys, The Blackbyrds, Sun City Girls, China Crisis, Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Roy Ayers, Eyeless In Gaza, Eric B and Rakim, Pere Ubu, In Retrospect, Morten Harket, Louis and Bebe Barron, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Babytalk, Andrew Hill, Rites of Spring, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Kayak, Scrapy, Banda Bassotti, T. Rex, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Neu!, The Residents, Theoretical Girls, Faust, Moby Grape, These Immortal Souls, Television Personalities, Amazonics, Procol Harum, Absolute Body Control, Darondo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, The Doobie Brothers, The Birthday Party, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Pharoah Sanders, Eli Mardock, Monolake, Au Pairs, DJ Style, Minutemen, Altered Images, New Order, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.

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)