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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.

All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Chrome, Quando Quango, Drexciya, Altered Images, Darondo, Public Image Ltd., The Gap Band, Selector Dub Narcotic, Arthur Verocai, Little Man, Sunsets and Hearts, Outsiders, Black Flag, Sun Ra, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Gil Scott Heron, Simply Red, Liliput, The Birthday Party, Fear, Ludus, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Trumans Water, Kas Product, Eric B and Rakim, Ponytail, 48th St. Collective, The Happenings, E-Dancer, EPMD, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Wire, Black Sheep, June Days, Ronan, The Doobie Brothers, Delon & Dalcan, Archie Shepp, Jeff Mills, Warsaw, Soul II Soul, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Ossler, The J.B.'s, The Mojo Men, Neu!, Andrew Hill, DJ Style, Nas, Minor Threat, Lalann, Connie Case, Larry & the Blue Notes, Radio Birdman, Sexual Harrassment, Excepter, Idris Muhammad, Matthew Bourne, The Dead C, X-101, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Quadrant, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.

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)