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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.

All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.

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

But have you seen my records?

Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Popol Vuh, Desert Stars, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Accadde A, EPMD, Alison Limerick, Henry Cow, Massinfluence, Radio Birdman, The Sisters of Mercy, Be Bop Deluxe, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Funkadelic, Eyeless In Gaza, the Soft Cell, London Community Gospel Choir, Country Teasers, Bobbi Humphrey, Pagans, The Modern Lovers, Dorothy Ashby, The Cure, Dual Sessions, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, John Foxx, James White and The Blacks, Make Up, Young Marble Giants, Blancmange, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, Fatback Band, Tim Buckley, X-102, E-Dancer, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, In Retrospect, Funky Four + One, The Smiths, Half Japanese, Byron Stingily, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, The Divine Comedy, Gregory Isaacs, Kevin Saunderson, Pere Ubu, Iggy Pop, Minnie Riperton, Gang Starr, Stetsasonic, Lou Christie, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, June Days, The Buckinghams, Gastr Del Sol, Gil Scott Heron, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Roxette, The Electric Prunes, Laurel Aitken, Model 500, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.

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)