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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.

I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.

All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?

Colin Newman, Theoretical Girls, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Chrome, the Bar-Kays, Marc Almond, Delta 5, The Smiths, Brothers Johnson, Gong, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Technova, Ken Boothe, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Negative Approach, Sun Ra Arkestra, Bobby Hutcherson, Maurizio, The Trojans, Marshall Jefferson, Frankie Knuckles, Black Flag, Eyeless In Gaza, Agent Orange, Sixth Finger, Severed Heads, Lower 48, Dennis Brown, Metal Thangz, Black Bananas, Main Source, Donald Byrd, Steve Hackett, Toni Rubio, Sarah Menescal, The Shadows of Knight, World's Most, Scion, Zero Boys, Ponytail, Flamin' Groovies, Faraquet, Kas Product, The Gories, Jesper Dahlback, Rhythm & Sound, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, The New Christs, New Order, Letta Mbulu, U.S. Maple, The Angels of Light, Chris & Cosey, Erykah Badu, Talk Talk, The Doors, Alton Ellis, Gregory Isaacs, Sunsets and Hearts, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.

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)