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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.

All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

8 Eyed Spy, Joe Smooth, Wire, Dave Gahan, Sun Ra Arkestra, Stockholm Monsters, Rhythm & Sound, Japan, The Moleskins, Tropical Tobacco, Quando Quango, Dennis Brown, The Doobie Brothers, Jandek, Jacob Miller, Eddi Front, Country Teasers, the Slits, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Liliput, Sonny Sharrock, Lower 48, Lalo Schifrin, Todd Rundgren, Porter Ricks, The Victims, Darondo, The Wake, Arcadia, B.T. Express, Vladislav Delay, Mars, Grauzone, Harmonia, Peter and Kerry, The Stooges, Newcleus, Echo & the Bunnymen, Don Cherry, Oblivians, Television Personalities, The Fall, Grey Daturas, Royal Trux, Brand Nubian, Moss Icon, DJ Sneak, ABBA, The Happenings, Brass Construction, Terry Callier, Y Pants, Bang On A Can, It's A Beautiful Day, Sexual Harrassment, Gang Green, 10cc, Khruangbin, Kool Moe Dee, Das Ding, Cymande, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.

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)