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 Spokane.
But I was there.

I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.

All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.

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

But have you seen my records?

Mark Hollis, Absolute Body Control, The Leaves, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, The Motions, Grauzone, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Icehouse, Tres Demented, Albert Ayler, B.T. Express, Reuben Wilson, 48th St. Collective, Popol Vuh, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Youth Brigade, Groovy Waters, The Index, Cabaret Voltaire, Chris Corsano, The Victims, Cal Tjader, Scrapy, Malaria!, Tubeway Army, Tropical Tobacco, the Human League, Avey Tare, Flipper, Jacques Brel, Bluetip, Michelle Simonal, Unrelated Segments, Todd Rundgren, The Human League, Cecil Taylor, The Modern Lovers, Gerry Rafferty, Liaisons Dangereuses, Khruangbin, Roxette, Wasted Youth, Ornette Coleman, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Average White Band, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, The Pretty Things, The Move, Amazonics, La Düsseldorf, The Count Five, The Gories, Mary Jane Girls, CMW, Babytalk, D'Angelo, Crime, Prince Buster, Angry Samoans, The Fire Engines, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Black Pus, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.

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)