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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.

I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.

All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.

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

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Soft Cell, Alice Coltrane, Talk Talk, In Retrospect, June Days, Susan Cadogan, Warren Ellis, UT, Qualms, Magma, Ultravox, Freddie Wadling, Rod Modell, Panda Bear, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Jesper Dahlbäck, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Parry Music, Johnny Osbourne, Soulsonic Force, Livin' Joy, Matthew Bourne, Faust, Quadrant, The New Christs, Delon & Dalcan, Pere Ubu, Black Bananas, Gerry Rafferty, Pussy Galore, 10cc, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Ralphi Rosario, Essential Logic, the Slits, Can, The Martian, Gichy Dan, The Seeds, Rites of Spring, Rapeman, Stereo Dub, Sarah Menescal, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Ponytail, Danielle Patucci, Lucky Dragons, The Mighty Diamonds, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Tim Buckley, Vainqueur, Spoonie Gee, Babytalk, Peter & Gordon, Youth Brigade, Q65, The Invisible, Lou Reed & John Cale, The Trojans, The Busters, Kerri Chandler, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.

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)