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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.

All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Talk Talk, Sly & The Family Stone, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Sister Nancy, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Anthony Braxton, Public Enemy, Bill Wells, Pharoah Sanders, Sound Behaviour, Urselle, cv313, Soul II Soul, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Average White Band, Lakeside, Thompson Twins, The Shadows of Knight, Accadde A, Fatback Band, The Victims, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Zero Boys, T. Rex, OOIOO, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Sad Lovers and Giants, Colin Newman, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Aswad, Marine Girls, Intrusion, Yaz, Marvin Gaye, The Associates, The Remains, Fat Boys, The Offenders, Alton Ellis, JFA, Stetsasonic, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Beau Brummels, Fad Gadget, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Cheater Slicks, Royal Trux, Scratch Acid, The Monochrome Set, The Alarm Clocks, Joe Smooth, Second Layer, Dave Gahan, China Crisis, Tears for Fears, Dennis Brown, Michelle Simonal, Donald Byrd, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.

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)