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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.

I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.

All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.

I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.

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

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

But have you seen my records?

Sparks, The Associates, Ultravox, Minutemen, Television Personalities, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, Lindisfarne, Andrew Hill, The Real Kids, L. Decosne, Dave Gahan, Q and Not U, Lalo Schifrin, The Saints, The Count Five, Qualms, Rakim, Ronnie Foster, DeepChord presents Echospace, Pulsallama, Rosa Yemen, Susan Cadogan, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Johnny Osbourne, Nick Fraelich, The Misunderstood, The Velvet Underground, Heavy D & The Boyz, Marshall Jefferson, La Düsseldorf, T. Rex, Visage, Interpol, Gastr Del Sol, Los Fastidios, Sound Behaviour, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, The Black Dice, Masters at Work, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, Donald Byrd, Thompson Twins, Swans, Sunsets and Hearts, David McCallum, Heaven 17, The Wake, The Toasters, Lyres, Bobby Hutcherson, Freddie Wadling, a-ha, Lightning Bolt, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Fad Gadget, Ludus, Todd Rundgren, Lee Hazlewood, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.

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)