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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.

I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.

All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.

I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth 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?

Technova, AZ, Scott Walker, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Kenny Larkin, Royal Trux, Monks, Tubeway Army, Jacques Brel, Kango’s Stein Massive, Dark Day, New York Dolls, JFA, Joyce Sims, Tropical Tobacco, New Age Steppers, Avey Tare, Sister Nancy, Ohio Players, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Marvin Gaye, The Beau Brummels, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Con Funk Shun, Sound Behaviour, Fela Kuti, DJ Sneak, 48th St. Collective, The Cowsills, Jeff Mills, Animal Collective, The United States of America, Lindisfarne, Steve Hackett, Robert Wyatt, The Music Machine, Accadde A, K-Klass, Echo & the Bunnymen, Colin Newman, The Fortunes, Scan 7, The Shadows of Knight, The Monks, Dawn Penn, Crooked Eye, Boredoms, Nation of Ulysses, Severed Heads, Letta Mbulu, Eden Ahbez, Todd Terry, DJ Style, Sam Rivers, Spandau Ballet, the Sonics, Massinfluence, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Neu!, X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.

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)