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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Techniques 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 Nas. All the underground hits.

All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Von Mondo, Barbara Tucker, Sun Ra Arkestra, Gichy Dan, Crash Course in Science, Pere Ubu, Arcadia, Index, JFA, Charles Mingus, La Düsseldorf, Ten City, Supertramp, Liaisons Dangereuses, Aural Exciters, Moss Icon, Soul Sonic Force, Severed Heads, The Real Kids, DJ Sneak, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Scrapy, Tommy Roe, Fad Gadget, Lightning Bolt, Minny Pops, Mars, The Busters, Joey Negro, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Suicide, Minnie Riperton, Basic Channel, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Minor Threat, Quando Quango, Harmonia, X-Ray Spex, Model 500, EPMD, Absolute Body Control, Boz Scaggs, Joy Division, Arab on Radar, Rosa Yemen, Yellowson, Henry Cow, Terrestrial Tones, Crime, DJ Style, Mark Hollis, Lou Reed & Metallica, The Red Krayola, Graham Central Station, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, World's Most, Fort Wilson Riot, Bill Near, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Tears for Fears, Soft Cell, Jandek, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.

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)