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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.

I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.

All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, The Motions, Oppenheimer Analysis, Janne Schatter, The Gap Band, Brothers Johnson, Erasure, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Sällskapet, John Coltrane, Massinfluence, Joensuu 1685, Minutemen, Public Enemy, Dennis Brown, Niagra, New Order, Byron Stingily, The Misunderstood, Rotary Connection, Bobby Hutcherson, Gil Scott Heron, One Last Wish, the Association, Lou Reed & Metallica, Mantronix, Little Man, OOIOO, Carl Craig, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Kenny Larkin, Chris Corsano, Soul Sonic Force, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Bobby Sherman, Sister Nancy, Dorothy Ashby, The Mojo Men, The Neon Judgement, Jandek, The Electric Prunes, The Blackbyrds, Heavy D & The Boyz, Aural Exciters, Q and Not U, ABC, Organ, Rufus Thomas, Thee Headcoats, Parry Music, The Cramps, The Durutti Column, Alphaville, Idris Muhammad, Ludus, Aswad, Moebius, Pussy Galore, Isaac Hayes, the Slits, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.

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)