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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.

All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.

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

But have you seen my records?

Amon Düül, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Danielle Patucci, Unwound, Blake Baxter, Bronski Beat, the Bar-Kays, Monolake, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, ABC, Matthew Halsall, Delon & Dalcan, Joensuu 1685, Yusef Lateef, Rotary Connection, Maurizio, Prince Buster, Procol Harum, Traffic Nightmare, Toni Rubio, In Retrospect, Audionom, The Golliwogs, The New Christs, The Pretty Things, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Michelle Simonal, Motorama, Lakeside, The Gories, The Grass Roots, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Warsaw, Television, 8 Eyed Spy, Sixth Finger, Ronnie Foster, L. Decosne, Camberwell Now, Lucky Dragons, Dark Day, Eddi Front, Gichy Dan, Lightning Bolt, Sarah Menescal, The Litter, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Delta 5, Ralphi Rosario, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Lebanon Hanover, Bobby Byrd, Country Teasers, Grandmaster Flash, Guru Guru, Rekid, Derrick May, Gastr Del Sol, Bob Dylan, Donny Hathaway, The Beau Brummels, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.

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)