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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.

All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Cecil Taylor, Harmonia, The Shadows of Knight, Warren Ellis, Skaos, D'Angelo, Ohio Players, Laurel Aitken, John Cale, The Blues Magoos, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dead Boys, The Velvet Underground, Tears for Fears, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Man Eating Sloth, Yusef Lateef, Carl Craig, Agitation Free, Gang Gang Dance, Cybotron, The Gun Club, CMW, Scion, Rosa Yemen, E-Dancer, Iggy Pop, Basic Channel, Moss Icon, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Q and Not U, Andrew Hill, Joy Division, Can, Adolescents, Lindisfarne, Robert Wyatt, Interpol, Magazine, Danielle Patucci, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Matthew Bourne, Nick Fraelich, Gong, Newcleus, Pantytec, Procol Harum, Minny Pops, The Zeros, Negative Approach, The American Breed, The Motions, Sight & Sound, Crooked Eye, Josef K, Amon Düül, The Pretty Things, Warsaw, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Grauzone, Khruangbin, Bush Tetras, DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.

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)