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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.

All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.

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

But have you seen my records?

Leonard Cohen, Lindisfarne, Heavy D & The Boyz, Inner City, Idris Muhammad, Nik Kershaw, Funky Four + One, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Monolake, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Bobby Byrd, The Gap Band, Dual Sessions, June of 44, Japan, Ralphi Rosario, Grauzone, Minutemen, Liliput, Prince Buster, Scientists, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Arab on Radar, Terrestrial Tones, Alice Coltrane, Fluxion, Masters at Work, Aloha Tigers, Sound Behaviour, Ohio Players, Joey Negro, Bobby Hutcherson, Sarah Menescal, Bluetip, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Monks, Laurel Aitken, Adolescents, Nils Olav, Country Joe & The Fish, The Move, Al Stewart, Echospace, Chrome, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, the Association, Fat Boys, Traffic Nightmare, Charles Mingus, Heaven 17, The Invisible, Robert Görl, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, FM Einheit, The Cure, Ice-T, The Gun Club, Scratch Acid, Dead Boys, Bauhaus, Funkadelic, The Fuzztones, Mandrill, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.

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)