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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.

All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Soulsonic Force, Banda Bassotti, Model 500, Flash Fearless, Terry Callier, Curtis Mayfield, Letta Mbulu, Nas, AZ, Nation of Ulysses, Negative Approach, R.M.O., Johnny Clarke, Bad Manners, Ohio Players, Aaron Thompson, Marvin Gaye, Talk Talk, Ajijia Myrayebe, DJ Style, The Moody Blues, The Grass Roots, Whodini, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Fort Wilson Riot, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Harpers Bizarre, Country Teasers, The Fuzztones, Franke, Pussy Galore, Sandy B, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Radiopuhelimet, The Victims, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Man Parrish, Japan, Motorama, kango's stein massive, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Theoretical Girls, The Human League, Easy Going, Minny Pops, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Barrington Levy, The Red Krayola, The Raincoats, Cabaret Voltaire, Ponytail, PIL, X-101, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Boogie Down Productions, Bobby Byrd, Inner City, Frankie Knuckles, X-102, Das Ding, Blake Baxter, Amon Düül II, Au Pairs, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.

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)