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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.

I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.

To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Colin Newman to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.

All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.

I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.

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

I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.

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

But have you seen my records?

Absolute Body Control, Boredoms, Black Flag, Negative Approach, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Black Bananas, Traffic Nightmare, The Residents, The Chocolate Watch Band, Niagra, The Smiths, Brick, Inner City, The Monochrome Set, Warsaw, K-Klass, Subhumans, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Stetsasonic, Eddi Front, Ken Boothe, Rhythm & Sound, Ralphi Rosario, Kaleidoscope, Whodini, Boogie Down Productions, Alton Ellis, U.S. Maple, Jeff Lynne, the Germs, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Groovy Waters, The Cosmic Jokers, Youth Brigade, This Heat, Model 500, T. Rex, June of 44, Radiopuhelimet, Scientists, Index, Average White Band, The Neon Judgement, Sam Rivers, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Hashim, OOIOO, The American Breed, Porter Ricks, Bad Manners, New Order, Maurizio, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, The Standells, Lalo Schifrin, Sight & Sound, Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.

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)