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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.

I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.

All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.

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

But have you seen my records?

Lou Reed & John Cale, The Kinks, The Cramps, Hashim, Brand Nubian, Liaisons Dangereuses, Kayak, Letta Mbulu, Crime, Monks, Ossler, Isaac Hayes, Slave, Morten Harket, David McCallum, Josef K, The Zeros, Hot Snakes, Magazine, The Knickerbockers, Sex Pistols, Deakin, Country Teasers, Easy Going, The Last Poets, This Heat, Minnie Riperton, Marc Almond, The Leaves, Organ, The Mighty Diamonds, Talk Talk, Yellowson, Curtis Mayfield, Danielle Patucci, Pulsallama, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Barbara Tucker, Amon Düül, The Litter, Blancmange, Y Pants, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Idris Muhammad, Crispian St. Peters, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Soul Sonic Force, Marine Girls, Todd Rundgren, Eurythmics, Nick Fraelich, New York Dolls, Lightning Bolt, Arcadia, Robert Görl, Con Funk Shun, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Chris Corsano, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Ice-T, Sound Behaviour, Flash Fearless, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.

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)