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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.

All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.

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

I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?

Althea and Donna, Swell Maps, Roger Hodgson, Kas Product, The Trojans, Excepter, Scrapy, The Gories, Model 500, James White and The Blacks, Tropical Tobacco, The Black Dice, Donald Byrd, Ossler, Fela Kuti, Pere Ubu, Roxy Music, Delta 5, Arthur Verocai, Thee Headcoats, Heavy D & The Boyz, Barbara Tucker, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, DJ Style, Toni Rubio, Spoonie Gee, Flash Fearless, The Smiths, Fad Gadget, David McCallum, Slick Rick, Yusef Lateef, Soul Sonic Force, Chris & Cosey, The Remains, EPMD, Nils Olav, Black Sheep, Scratch Acid, Alison Limerick, Pharoah Sanders, Ajijia Myrayebe, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Outsiders, The Pretty Things, Prince Buster, Godley & Creme, Hardrive, Jesper Dahlbäck, Pantytec, John Lydon, Fugazi, Pantaleimon, Bronski Beat, F. McDonald, Camberwell Now, Infiniti, Ten City, The Fire Engines, Robert Görl, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.

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)