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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.

I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.

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

But have you seen my records?

Ludus, The Gladiators, Lou Reed & John Cale, Maleditus Sound, Pet Shop Boys, Motorama, the Sonics, Archie Shepp, The Offenders, The Fire Engines, Funkadelic, Dave Gahan, Rufus Thomas, Black Sheep, DJ Style, Sandy B, Country Joe & The Fish, Lalo Schifrin, Subhumans, Accadde A, Adolescents, The Remains, Absolute Body Control, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Gang Green, Bill Near, The Motions, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Soul Sonic Force, Zapp, Surgeon, Kango’s Stein Massive, EPMD, Ash Ra Tempel, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Carl Craig, Jesper Dahlback, Bang On A Can, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Porter Ricks, Nik Kershaw, Malaria!, Connie Case, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Cymande, Selector Dub Narcotic, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Fort Wilson Riot, The Shadows of Knight, H. Thieme, Rites of Spring, Joey Negro, Traffic Nightmare, The Young Rascals, the Association, Larry & the Blue Notes, DeepChord presents Echospace, T.S.O.L., D'Angelo, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.

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)