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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.

All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.

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

But have you seen my records?

Soft Cell, Janne Schatter, The Kinks, Rosa Yemen, Depeche Mode, Wire, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Ludus, Ossler, John Cale, Quadrant, Little Man, Angry Samoans, Rakim, Peter & Gordon, Scion, The Evens, cv313, The Trojans, Cymande, Deepchord, The Sound, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Electric Prunes, Young Marble Giants, Brick, Black Pus, The Velvet Underground, Blake Baxter, The Toasters, Jandek, Masters at Work, Heavy D & The Boyz, Skriet, Sonic Youth, China Crisis, Reuben Wilson, Josef K, Symarip, Deakin, The Doors, Sister Nancy, Flash Fearless, Half Japanese, The Skatalites, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Roxette, The Pop Group, Jerry Gold Smith, Talk Talk, Au Pairs, Joyce Sims, The Pretty Things, Stereo Dub, Piero Umiliani, Sugar Minott, Gabor Szabo, Matthew Halsall, JFA, Magazine, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.

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)